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THE SUNDAY OKEGONIAX, PORTLAND, AUGUST 26, 1906.
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Edited by Ferry Linden-Howard.
YOU CAN tip the boys from me that
this spendin' an evenin' at the
theayter In Paree Is a pretty swift
gams, said Mr. Devery. Talk about
needin' a bundle of rocks why a guy
don't get a look in without he owns a
Btone quarry. Of course, in a measure.
It was my own fault. I should have done
the trick by myself, r I And now that
there's a difference between goin' to a
theayter here by yourself and joln' with
somebody else. An' as near as I can fig
ure the difference is about $60 If you show
the proper discretion. If you don't, its
Irom that up.
Of course, when a guy's been trimmed
tJown there ain't nothin' in lettin' out a
yelp.. At the same time I don't think I'd
have fell for the theayter game ir i
hadn't been sore. You see. I was slttin'
In the pension. That's the boardin'
house. There was five or six other pen
sioners 'round. "We was in the parlor.
This guy that was showin' me "round,
Monseer de La Touch, was about doo,
and I was dopln' out a way to give him
the go-by. I felt in my bones what the
game was. He'd blow in an' spring a
pictur gallery on me before I knoo where
I was at. An' I was ready for him.
I'd make up my mind that if he done
It, if he did manage to land me, we'd
have a set-to then and there. At the
same time I didn't want no trouble.
So I figured I'd best duck. Well, I sizes
up the buncn. isoi Knowm just wuoro iu
head for, I figured the best thing to do
was to break in on the experts. There
was a monseer slttin' down close to me
that looked as , if he was onto a few
curves, so I tackles him.
"Monseer." I says, "Pardoneyvoo."
It's part of the game to pass out the
pardonneyvoo when you open up a con
versation. If you don't, you're a skate.
Well, the guy turns his lamps on me
an wants to know what it is.
"I'll tell you," I says. "I'm after infor
mation. I'm seein' sights, and between
you an' me, I've seen about as many
picturs as is good for any man. An' I'm
through; I'm done.' Enough's enough.
I'm no Alderman. Now, here's the game. ,
There's a guy comin' here. An' I'm on
to him. He wants to lure me into doln"
that Louver tiick again. If he tries It,
there'll be a scrap. I figure I'll be safer
In a music hall. Besides, I don't pro
pose to waltz around this burg no lon
ger an' not see no sights as is sights.
v Now, how about this music hall thing?
By the time I got through, everybody
In the room was standin' up as If they
was expectln' a rough house. As- soon
as they found out I ' was lookln' for a
music hall the whole bunch switches an'
Btartg to smile. There was a dame they
called Mamselle Chicot there. She starts
in to make a pass for the guy I'd been
talkln' to.
"Ah, we we," she says, "that'e it, Tes,
jes. "We will go."
The guy gives her the bead, but she
don't move.
HAUNTED
NESTLING in a cosy nook amid the
ridges of Harney Hill, near the city
of Vancouver, still stands one of
the historic houses of .Clark County.
Though now old and deserted, in the days
of Its glory It was the borne of a con
queror of Mexico. The halls, now silent
and lone, once echoed to the tread of
one who marched witn 'General Win
field Scott into the halls of the Monte
zumas. It was built in 1859 by General William
6. Harney, who at that time commanded
this military department, with headquar
ters at Fort Vancouver. He was a lead
er in that victorious column that swept
with Irresistible might over the rocky
plateaus and through the dense chapar
ral thickets of old Mexico. With impet
uous bravery they stormed the heights
of Monterey and the narrow pass of
t'erro Gordo and with invincible valor
planted the stars and stripes on the
walls of the ancient fortress of Chapulte
pec. The old house Is inseparably asso
ciated with the glories of the golden age
of the Republic.
General Harney was a Southerner by
birth and breeding, having been born in
Tennessee; while in Missouri he owned
a plantation well stocked with slaves.
He married a wealthy French lady, and
thus added to his worldly possessions.
He was of patriotic ancestry for his
father was an officer under Washington
at Trenton, Monmouth and Brandywlne.
Recalls the "Pig War."
It was during Harney'B stay here that
the affair known as the "Pig War" oc
curred on San Juan Island In Puget
Sound. The trouble grew out of a quar
rel between a Yankee end a British set
tler over a predatory porker who In
sisted on rooting up the neighbor's po
tato patches. The other inhabitants of
the island took sides and appealed to
their respective countries for Justice, the
ownership of the island being still un
settled. General Harney promptly sent
Captain Pickett, who afterwards led the
famous Confederate charge at Gettys
burg, to the aid of the American settlers.
Governor Douglas surrounded the island
With a fleet of six British war ships
And They're Sky Scraper.
f iisPiife.''-
I Just Digs Down
"You will come with me, of course,"
she says.
And still the guy don't move a muscle.
"It will be charming."
' I could see where his nibs was beln'
landed good. But I ' could laugh. I'd
got mine.
"Ze American gentleman," she goes
on, "will escort Florette.. Poor dear.
She has Just lost her mother. It will be
so good for her to laugh."
Then she turns to me.
"You will help her drown her sorrow,
won't you, monseer?" she says. "It
will be charming." An' with that she
skates upstairs to get her hat, tlppin'
the other guy off to get a cab In the
meantime. Of course, I see right off I
was up against It. I was standin' there
like a lobster with no chance for a come
back. , An" there was-Florette. You can
bet your life she was there. She looked
like the Lost Chord. Talk about sorrow.
"Why. she looked at me like Hetty Green
eyein' a tax-collector.
"Ah," monseer," she whispers," "It Is so
kind of -you to ask me. We will etarb at
once If you will call the cab. Ah, yes."
An" she sighs again, ."as Mamselle says,
It will help -to drown my sorrow."
An' I want to tip- you off that that's
all It did do, was help. 'Talk, about
drownln' sorrows. "Why, there wasn't no
cat that ever lived that was as hard to
drown as that sorrow. It took .seven
cream de mints -an' two quarts of cham
pagne before it stopped - moanln'. At
first I really felt sorry for the girl. But
after awhile I woke up. First crack out
of the box she springs a story about the
terrible expense of mother's funeral,
an' wonders how she's goin' to manage to
pay her board at the pension, an' support
two little brothers that she has to send 20
francs a week to.
"Madam," I says, "It's too bad. But
It's none of my funeral."
"No, Monseer. no," she says, "It was
mother's funeral. An' It was so expen
sive I wonder what she thinks now her
poor Florette will do."
With that she peels her starboard eye
on me, as If mother was tippln' her off
that so far as she could figure out, I was
as good a thing to do as happened to
be around at the time.
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with S000 men on board to prevent the
landing of reinforcements. Harney then
dispatched Coloney Casey with three ad
ditional companies on a small steamer.
Colonel Casey eluded the squadron by
running the blockade at night, and his
gallant men marched ashore amid the
enthusiastic cheers of their comrades. At
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Quick an' Bay Here.
"Madam," I says, "these things Is very
ead. But we ain't out on no weepln'
bee. Now forget it an' we'll get" along
all right." . .
Well, we blows off to the show.
"Where will we go?" I Bays
"Well, we'll1 go to the Folly Marginy."
says she. "That, will please you. It is
such a sweet little place." An' you can
bet your life it was, too. They sweetened
me out of 38 francs for two seats, an'
we landed In the balcony at that. At the
same time I didn't make no kick. Every
body was so nice. There was more guys
round with gold lace bowin an" scrapin"
than you could think of. I wasn't on to
the curves. One guy takes the ticket an'
hands "em to the ticket taker, another
guy opens the door, another guy
sails up an' hands Florette a
bunch of violettes. An' there wasn't
none of 'em started In to collect. Not on
your life. They know their game. They
wait till the show starts an' then swoop
down on you in a body. As soon as I
gets in I hands my coat to one guy think
in' he was waiting to take it to the coat
room. When the orchestra starts In, I
see him tryln' " it on.
"Look here," I says, "Just forget that
Chafsay down to the coat-room an' bring
me the check. That'll be about all fop
you."
"Monseer," he says, "it does not fit.
What shall . I do?" What, do you think,
why the mutt he figured I'd give him the
coat.
"I'll tell you 'what-you'H' do," I says.
"You'll pass it back to me right here an'
now." An' with that I grabs it an' puts
it In the seat. When I got back there
was a guy there openln' the first quart.
Sixteen francs. I could see I was stung
good. In a couple of minutes another
fellow waltzes up an" passes out a couple'
of hassocks. ' .
"What's these for!" says I. "I don't
propose to sit on no floor. I've paid for
seats."
The guy didn't seem to know what I
was talkln' about. It's a funny thing that
a Frenchman can't never understand
nothing you say unless you ask him how
much you owe. Then he' on.
"Monseer," he says, "we will arrange."
"No, look here." I says. "We won't
arrange nothin'. .We'll just arrange our
HARNEY HILL & SenSfiK
tms Juncture General Scott was sent out
by President Buchanan, and a peaceable
adjustment was effected. Scott came up
the Columbia on a ship and anchored at
Vancouver, but did not come .ashore.
Harney went out In a small boat to con
fer with his old comrade, and no doubt
the minds of these old veterans were
selves In these seats, that's been paid. for.
Now pass along." ;
By that time two other frog-eaters ar
rived an" they all start in to put the has
socks under our feet.. fhey. was the foot
stools. As a matter of fact I felt as if
I'd made a bit of a jay of myself, but I
wasn't onto the game. . I wasn't sup
posed to know. I passes out the pardon
nevou thing an' lets it go at that. As
soon as the show starts up the trouble
begins. I could see the grafters linln' up,
but I didn't know they swoop down so
quick. But down they comes like a bunch
in a football rush. The first guy wants
half a franc for the programme, an
other holds his mlt out for turnin' down
the seats; the third starts in a little argu
ment concernln" the coat question. Be
hind him is another with a bill of eight
francs for the violettes, an' while I was
tryln' to head 'em off the guys that
planted down the footstools sails dawn an'
demands two francs apiece for their bit.
They was buzzin' round like a lot of
hawks.
"Look here," I says, "where do I come
in? Ain't there some guy round that said
Bon Jour? Fetch him along for his. I
couldn't sleep tonight If I didn't pass
him out a few chips. Don't be bashful."
Of course I felt like 30 cents. Every
body was lookln' up to see what the
trouble was. An' it was me that was
talkin'. The grafters didn't do nothin'
but wag their blocks an' shout out non
comprenney, non comprenney. Every time
I opens my head they all chorusses out
non comprenney, non comprenney, non
comprenney.
"Why don't you sing It?" I says. They
made me tired. But they would't, clear
out. Every one of "em keeps holdin" out
his mit an' jabben in for me to give up.
Then the audience starts in. In two min.
utes It looked as if there was & rough
house brewin". The only one that wasn't
worried was Florette. She was too busy
drownln' sorrow.
"I'll tell you," I says to her; "If you'll
put the next quart in a bowl maybe you
can manage to get a start; You won't
never do no drownln" that way. Takin" it
by the glass she didn't seem likely to get
even Its head under. By then the whole
house was shoutln' for us to stop the
noise. ' I figured it would be best to part
an' quit. The grafters was still at the
non comprenney game.
"How much is the .whole business?" I
asks.
."Nineteen francs, Monseer." Everybody
spoke at once. Did they comprenney?
You can bet your sweet life they did.
What's more, they got the dough. You
part or. get out. . You see the ushers
makes you create a disturbance. Then if
you keep it up, the audience sails In an'
mobs you. You can't beat it.
Well, as soon as I gets a chance to look
at the show, I don't see it. It appears
that when men goes into the balcony they
don't go there to see the show. What's
more they don't have no chance Down
stairs all the men sits with their hats on.
"Oh, we, We," she ay. And
An' most of 'em is silk hats at that. They
wear silk hats because they've got to be
ettiketists. Upstairs the game switches.
The women has their hats on; An' they're
skyscrapers. If a woman aint got a sky
scraper then she has her hair fixed a-la-toor
Eful as they call it, which is Bifel
Tower style, so she can balance a theay
ter bonnet on the top of it, an' queer you
that way. After you've tried to see the
filled with crowding recollections of their
campaign In Mexico.
In 1860 General Harney was given com
mand of the department of the Missouri,
with headquarters at St. Louis. Ho left
the house on Harney Hill in charge of
a negro servant, a young man about
25 years of age. Soon after reaching St.
SHOW UNDER VERY
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CIRCUMSTANCES
show for five minutes or so you quit an'
.trot out your linament. When your
neck's fixed up then you can look round
to see what brand's beln' took. Then
you can buy. There aint never no stage
of the game when you can't buy. I could
have stood for the whole game if Mam
selle Chicot hadn't bla,w up between the
turns and said she was pleased to see
us havin' such a perfectly glorious time.
"Madam," I says, "its fine. Its grand.
Her Hair Fixed a La Toor Eeful.
But I want to tip you off. Twenty-three
for mine. This sorrow drownln's all
right in Us way. But there's nothin' In
makln' a business of it. I'm through."
Then she laughs.
"Monseer is so funny," she says.
"Funny be damned," I says. "Monseer
aint seven miles from a smile. If you'll
see your friend home an" let me travel
here's 60 francs for the cab. That lets
me out an' gives you your chance. Of
course, you understand I dont want to be
rude, nor nothin' of that sort, but there
is limits. An' I've got business to look
after."
After I'd arranged things I passed out.
The last trick I struck was the guy at
the door givin' me a return check an'
holdin' out his mlt for that.
"I'll tell you," I says. "This here franc
is for me to get out. Just hold that re-
It 1 "Ye, Ye, we will go.'
turn check for. som jay that blows In
from Indianapolis." When I sights a
couple of guys headin" for me as I was
walkin' down the Avenoo de Innocents,
on my way home, I don't do no arguln'.
I just digs down quic an' says, "Here."
I rubbed up again that game tryln' to
dodge the pictur galleries on the way to
trie pension. But I ain't got no kick. It
was worth ail I had to give up.
Louis Harney made a deed giving the
place to this young negro, and sent It
In care of the post adjutant at Fort
Vancouver. The adjutant returned the
deed with the Information that the negro
had departed for British Columbia. The
place was then sold to Wirt Nye, the
original owner of the land, and his de
scendants still retain possession.
Loyal to the Union.
At the beginning of the Rebellion some
people thought that Harney would fol
low many of his Southern friends into
the camp of the Confederacy- While on
his way from St. Louis to Washington
City he was seized by a band of Con
federates and taken to Richmond, where
many of his old army comrades urged
hini to desert the Union. For awhile,
some even thought It was tu part of a
pre-arranged plan to give the old veteran
a plausible excuse for disloyalty. But the
old hero sternly and sadly rebuked jhls
former comrades for their course And
remained steadfastly loyal to the old flag
under which he had served so. faithfully
in the years of his vigorous manhood and
which he had followed with such devo
tion on a foreign soil.
A pessimistic college professor recently
expressed tho fear that our homespun
virtues would disappear with the "white
house with green shutters." But the
homespun virtues are too deeply inter
woven with the warp and woof of our
national character to be torn asunder by
any mere outward change. It should be
our aim to earnestly cultivate irnd
strengthen those old-fashioned virtues so
that they will Burvlve the fleeting vicis
situdes of life, and renew their spring
time vigor, even amid scenes of ruin
and decay. This deserted dwelling is
filled with the thrilling memories of
heroic deeds. Its tenantless rooms
are haunted with the dauntless spirit
of the Mexican war hero. Its silent
walls in mute eloquence relate to a
Jgeneration that knew him not. the
deathless story of his valor and his
virtues. And lessons of courage and
honor, incorruptible patriotism and
stainless loyalty are brought home to
us by this old, deserted house on Har
ns'y Hill. .GLENN N. RANCK.
.Vancouver, Wash., Aug. 22.
t HEN a charge ot powder or other
explosive has been placed in the
rock snd the fuse lighted, the
workmen and bystanders retire to
a safe distance and await eagerly and
anxiously the explosion. This may Illus
trate the present attitude of European
nations toward Russia. Their eyes are
fixed on that country, which It seem's
almost certain, must soon be rent by some
gigantic explosion. The report, too,
given In the Rossla, supposed to be a
semi-official organ of the Czar's govern
ment, that in case of a formidable revo
lution other nations, especially Germany
and Austria, would Intervene, still per
sists In spite of denial. Almost every
day the report recurs in some form.
Such intervention would be, of course, a
sort tt revival of he holy alliance (a
prodigious misnomer in ft rational sense)
of the years succeeding the overthrow
of Napoleon. It is probable, however,
that German public sentiment would re
strain the Kaiser, even if he wished it,
from such dubious action. Only an ex
traordinary and contagious state of an
archy in Poland could possibly Justify it,
and then only as a measure of eelf
protection. In commenting on such a possibility
all the European Journal overlook one
fact which would certainly make such a
proceeding impossible for Austria. Hun
gary represents today half the senti
ment and influence of the empire, and in
view of the ruthless suppression of Hun
garian liberty by the forces of the Czar
Nicholas in 1849 that country would never
consent to any effort on the part of the
Austro-Hungarian monarchy in behalf of
the Russian government All talk of In
terference must be taken for what It Is
worth, but It U noticeable that the ictea
Is not specially unpalatable to the Eng
lish temper, the situation being com
pared even with that of the early years
of the French Revolution. The com
parison Is very Inapt, since the mainten
ance of a divine order of society and the
Inviolability of kings have passed dur
ing the last century largely Into the
limbo of tradition. Yet it is curious and
Interesting, to say the least, to note that
a certain section of the British mind, if
I may so express It, seems always to
relish the Idea of "interfering."
Bannermann's Shreftdness.
The Prime Minister, Sir Henry Camp-bell-Bannerman,
wa sharply criticised by
the opposition press for hla utterance
at one of the sessions of the inter-parliamentary
congress, "The Douma is
dead, long live the Douma." It requires
the tender susceptibilities of a British
tory toward anything which , violate his
own infallible preconceptions of the fit
ness of all things to discern any lack of
patriotism or international propriety in
these words. When the Czar had an
nounced his "immutable Intention" to
convoke another Douma, It was hardly
to he supposed that the head of the
"mother of parliaments" would abstain
from a friendly word on such an occa
sion to the latest addition to the parlia
mentary sisterhood out of deference to
the beaucratlc traditions of Russia. Had
Nicholas II finally dissolved the Douma
It might possibly have been Interpreted
as an unfriendly reflection; under the
present circumstances it was an entirely
proper expression of good will toward the
aspirations of the Russian people and the
professed intentions of Its ruler.
The Prime Minister has shown himself
to be a man of sterling quality and prac
tical ability in his present position. Al
ways of good temper and often humor
ous. In his remarks In the House of
Commons he invariably meets the points
at issue directly and decisively and proves
an admirable foil to the strained dialec
tics of the "intellectual aristocrat," Mr.
A. J. Balfour. It may toe of Interest to
add that the speech of Mr. W. J. Bryan
at the inter-parliamentary congress was
characterized as an "almost perfect ex
hibition of old-fashioned oratory."
Rarely has the condition of things in
a foreign country rendered analysis and
prophecy so nearly futile as the present
state of Russia. Not only la it difficult
to secure correct information of events
for the partial suppression of the liber
ties of the press throws the veil of se
crecy especially over the cruelties of the
government but still more is it to gauge
their significance, so diverse are the con
ditions from those of other nations, and
often those of other provinces of the
empire, while through it all runs the
problem of the psychology of the Slav
race, an element which makes the ex
perience of Western nations under some
what similar conditions a treacherous
basis for inference and conclusion, y'e
may be sure, however, that the 4Jireaten
ing revolution will be of Its own order
and form a peculiar chapter in history.
Like all national organisms of somewhat
low and distributed vitality, without that
centralization which in a sense makes
Paris France. Russia has the power of
long and sustained resistance, though
this very quality of national life may
render a focuned and simultaneous revo
lution more difficult. Napoleon found that
Madrid was not Spain nor Moscow Rus
sia. The same tenacity of local resist
ance may confound all the efforts of an
absolute despotism.
Can't Understand Democracy.
In the recent rapprochement of English-speaking
nations it is to be ob
served that the English regard them
selves as leavened In certain unfortun
ate ways by the tendencies of American
life. They lay to us, for example, the
Increasing1 prevalence of combination
In the business world, which they re
gard with apprehension. The man re
marked to me that "they owed to
America the legacy of the tobacco
trust." While occasional Incursions of
this sort are likely, it would be more
magnanimous as well as more accurate
to attribute such results o the native
genius of the Anglo-Saxon race, and
still more to the peculiar commercial
amoltions of the time. In less Import
ant matters one notes with interest the
same tendencies here as across the
water. , We Americans are supposed to
be crazy on the subject of rapid loco
motion, but In my observation motor
cars and motor-cycles (very numerous
in England) are driven with as reckless
speed as anywhere in the world. The
ease, too, with which even women
board the 'busses In London, which sel
dom come to a complete standstill, and
mount over the winding stair to the
top of the vehicle, would tax the agility
of the hustling crowds of Chicago. One
characteristic of our country, however
one of which we may well boast our
selves seems beyond the grasp of
most Europeans, and no wonder, per
haps, in view of the unbroken environ
ment of centuries; viz., the absence of
formal class distinction in America. I
have been asked a half score of times
by men of perceptive minds what we
do with our ex-Prestdent, and the sim
ple reply that we do nothing with
them did not solve the problem without
further explanation. It seems difficult
for' the average Briton to understand
what is one of the glories of our insti
tutions that he who comes from the
people to their service in some exalted
station returns to them, indeed is
never other than one of and with them,
that an ex-President simply resumes
his position as an honored member of
society in his old home, or elsewhere,
and that, if for no other reason, we
should refrain ' from the bestowal of
pensions from the public treasury be
cause it is contrary to the spirit of our
country to form or legalize any division
of this sort In our body politic. With
us. as everywhere, merit makes at last
Its own position, nor are we free from
the follies of pretended caste, but the
lattr is happily the result of incidental
and temporary causes, not of the spirit
of the Nation.
Other Ignorance.
Ignorance of America on the part of
Europeans even concerning simple geo
graphical features, especially extent and
distance, is proverbial. It Is no marvel,
on the other hand, that indlscrimlnatlng
persons and it Is to be feared that these
constitute by far the larger class any
wheregain a singularly false conception
of the sentiment and life Of America, an
Idea, briefly speaking, that doubtful prac
tice of all kinds In the pursuit of wealth
la the rule and forms the predominating
quality of national life.
It could hardly be otherwise. It would
seem, for I venture to say that at a low
estimate four-fifths of all the news from
America during the last three months
has concerned, directly or indirectly. In
surance frauds, dubious operations of
trusts and syndicates and efforts to con
trol them, tinned meat and other prod
ucts, railway accidents and the White
Thaw tragedy. One might easily infer
from the reports of the correspondents
of European papers concerning the last
named that the Interest of the entire
American people la centered In the inves
tigation and elucidation of the disgusting
details in connection with the unsavory
affair.
The record has apparently been broken
In drawing on the uttermost parts of tb
earth to carry an election. At "East Ty
rone, Ireland, an election for Parliament
was recently held, which in view of ex
perience it was supposed would be very
close. A priest arrived from Pennsyl
vania Just in time to cast his vote for the
Nationalist candidate, and leaving Im
mediately was able to catch the White
Star steamer back to America. As a re
sult of this political zeal, it is pleasant
to record that the Nationalists carried
the day by the slight margin of 19 votes.
Lead the Strenuous Life.
Conspicuous among the similar ten
dencies on both sides of the Atlantic Is
the rush of all classes in Summer to the
seashore, the mountains or the unpreten
tious rural resort, according to length
of time and purse. It is the inevitable
result of the nature of modern life espe
cially in its pursuit of material success.
We talk of the "simple life," but no
brake has yet been found effective in
checking the pace. The famous English
f pas, though less known to us than those
on- the Continent, are their equal in all
respects of health and comfort, and have
regained their former popularity during
the last few years. In addition to the
well-Jnown seashore resorts, the hot
springs of Bath and Buxton and the sul
phur waters of Harrogate have produced
three Inland apas of great reputation and
efficiency. The first two were discovered
by the bath-loving Romans, whose work
Is still visible. Buxton, the highest city
of England, about 1100 feet above the sea
level, possesses a remarkable climate. It
is the only one of which I can literally
say through experience. It is never dur
ing July and August uncomfortably
warm or dlsagreably cold. One suspects
in fact that the remedial results often
attained here are due more to the dry
and bracing climate than to the tepid
and tasteless waters of the pump-room,
with due recognition of the faith ele
ment which is ever an auxiliary in such
matters.
I preached recently In Scarboro, the
chief seacoast resort in Northeastern
England, in a series of special Sunday ser
vices arranged for the height of the
"season." Scarboro has a resident popu
lation of 40,000, and presents the combined
attractiveness of historic antiquity and
modern life, of ocean and of highland,
some portions of the city being 600 feet
above the sea. Especially noticeable there
Is the extreme cleanliness 'which charac
terizes most of the English watering
places. In Journeying thither from Der
byshire by a cross-country route, via Shef
field, described by Horace Walpole as
"one of the foulest towns In England In
the most charming situation," and YorH,
the home of England's grandest minister,
we experienced some of the limitations
of the original English railway system so
disagreeable to most Americans. The cor
ridor train, however, a sort of compromise
between the English and American cars,
now in use on most of the main lines, it
must be acknowledged in Justice, repre
sents the highest degree of comfort In
railway travel at moderate rates. It
combines the ease and seclusion of the
separate compartment with the freedom
and convenience of communication
through the entire train.
Rockefeller.
As I send this letter a typical cable
dispatch to a London dally states that
the fortune of Mr. Rockefeller, who Is
the object of almost as much curloslty
and comment here as at home, is esti
mated at 200,000,000; also that he has re
cently addressed a Sunday school advo
cating simplicity and other virtues of the
Puritans as essentials of success, etc.
Not much credence. I suppose, is to bo
atatched to any estimate of his wealth,
yet when we remember that at that fig
ure he might have paid the war indem
nity which Germany wrung from France
In 1871, which staggered a rich nation and
was prevented only by the greatest care
from disturbing in its payment the eco
nomic balance of Europe, and would have
then the sum of $2i0,000,O00 left for ordi
nary expenfes, we cannot wonder that
crowds. whenever possible, gathered
about him on his recent trip to Europe,
gazing vacantly as If at some monstrosity
or demi-god. Verily, as this age pays
often dearly In disquiet and loss of the
peaceful contemplation of former days for
the conquest of matter and space, and the
prodigious activities of the present time,
so the possession of vast wealth has its
own inevitable and peculiar vexations.
GKORGE CROSWELL CRESSEY.
Buxton, England. August 7.
Forever and Forever.
New York Sun.
On-e there wa a mld who used to
Uniter at the garden gate -
Same old irarden gate, you know
When th katydids and thrushes
And the crickets wove a fate
For the lover standing closely.
In the sweet old long ago.
Once there was a maid who used to
Etroil alons the shady lane
Same old shady lane, you know - '
With her lover close beside her,
Jnd he told tho tale again,
Lovers, ah! before have told to .
Maidens la th long ago.
Once there was a maid who used to
1 ean upon the rustic rail
Same old rustle rail, you know-
There above the sparkling; waters.
And she watched the moonbeams trail
As she listened for his footstep
In the sweet old long ago.
Where are all the maids who used U
Walt their lovers' coming there
Waiting Just the same, you know
In the purple twilight shadows,
Crowned with glory ev'rywhere?
And the Inrers still are coming
In the sweet aid long ago.
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