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IVIC PRIDE

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LOYALTY.

'Well, you've been to Chicago. What do you think of it? And what of the World's Fair? Will it be a success?". Such are the questions with which I have been pelted since my return from the West. And this is my invariable reply, kept on tap as it were, and turned on by the gill, pint, quart, gallon or barrel, according to the capacity and appetite of the questioner:

"Chicago is the most remarkable evolution of any century, so far as cities are concerned. Its energy, growth, and ambition are so colossal as to simply appall an observer like myself. I wonder whether human nerves can long endure the tremendous pressure put upon them by the wondrous tide of affairs to which there is no ebb. It is work, work, work, from early morning until late at night. A man who is not in the swim of business has no place in the human hive grinding out its wonderful destiny on the shores of Lake Michigan. He is so absolutely lonely that he packs his trunks, if he has an independent fortune, and goes to New York, or Washington, or Europe to spend it. He is not wanted unless he concerns himself with the thousand and one schemes which permeate the atmosphere and are almost as visible as the all-pervading and begriming smoke."

Chicago says to its inhabitants, "Every one of you has a mission. There's not a man, woman or child but can help to build up the greatest town the sun ever shone upon. See what we've accomplished since the fire, only twenty years ago! I command you all to strain every nerve to produce within the next year and a half greater results than the last decade has brought forth. We have captured the World's Fair, claiming that it be

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plead the wise, and straightway Mr. A. A. Onderdonk receives an order to build a tunnel five miles long, that pure water may go direct from Lake Michigan into every house in town.

"We must have rapid transit or nobody will get anywhere," cry all. The Pullman-Sessions "Upper Decker" takes form, while Mr. Charles T. Yerkes cudgels his brain to improve his system of surface cars, and the elevated railroad becomes more and more of a fact.

As for the buildings, many dedicated to commerce are imposing, while some are almost blasphemous in their dimensions. When one structure holds three thousand human beings, you pause to ask where the air is to come from to feed all these lungs, and what will happen in case of an accident. Think of a fire, or the falling of a wall fifteen and twenty stories high!

"But these tall structures are fire-proof, and they can't fall," reply their advocates.

Perhaps, but fire-proof buildings do come to grief, and earthquakes rend the best masonry. Were it otherwise, monstrously high walls darken streets, shut out the sun, make great and dangerous draughts, add to a town's unhealthiness, and spoil its looks. From all points of view but the landlord's they are bad, and Chicago's Board of Trade should stop further tempting of Providence in this direction.

Chicago's private residences are models of comfort, and often of beauty. Their spaciousness sickens one with the narrow guage fronts of New York; and the hospitality of their owners keeps pace with their size.

Do you think then that Chicago will permit any previous World's Fair to equal hers? Never, if it takes every cent in everybody's pocket to pay the bills!

REE ART

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You must give to the extent of your purse—and more. The World's Fair is the most magnificent investment ever conceived. All the nations of the earth will be our guests in 1893. The spirit of Christopher Columbus bids us look to their pleasure and comfort. It is the opportunity of the century, citizens; so down with the dust."

And down it comes. I never saw people so ready to give, and I never saw so much public spirit. It amounts to genius. "We must have an art museum," say the friends of art. Out starts Charles L. Hutchinson, president of the Art Institute, and in a few days raises one million dollars! That Art Museum, splendidly planned, will be ready in '93 for the World's congresses.

"We must have a fine art exhibit at the Fair," say these same men, and Mr. James W. Ellsworth spends forty thousand dollars in one year out of his own pocket to further this laudable desire.

"We must have a cl an city," say all, and Mr. Ellsworth, who owes his fortune to soft coal, starts a petition to banish the use of soft coal in Chicago during the reign of the Exposition.

"We must have good water for the nations to drink,"

IN CHICAGO.

Progressive in all things, Chicago does not lose sight of beauty. Her system of boulevards is admirable, and her Art Institute, crowded in all its schools, shows that the next generation will have as much taste as money. And when taste is universal, good native artists will find a market for their work regardless of European endorsement.

art.

On my arrival in Chicago, the Society of Artists called a public meeting to protest against the present tax on A crowded hall was the response, at which every speaker expressed enthusiastic sympathy with my efforts in behalf of free art. The resolution adopted speaks for itself:

WHEREAS, The present duty on foreign works of art is harmful to the general progress of art cultivation in America, affecting both artist and artisan by preventing the easy ingress and acquaintance with the best productions of the older world for the purposes of study, and arresting a wider development of art taste and appreciation among the masses; and

WHEREAS, It is not the desire of the true artist to have mediocrity protected, but by constant association with finer productions to add to the strength and beauty of his own; that the wider sale of his work suffers from the general lack of serious art knowledge; that other creative arts in the form of musical and literary manuscripts being admitted free, original painting and sculpture should enjoy the same privilege; and

WHEREAS, Industrial art suffers a similar dearth in the means of educating its designers and workmen to a higher standard of taste and skill, and that our country, rich in material resources, especially lacks means for æsthetic culture; be it

Resolved, By us, the artists and art-lovers of the city of Chicago,

that all obstructive measures to the introduction of art and its ideas into the United States, being hurtful to the general welfare of its people, should be removed by entirely abolishing the existing tariff on works of art, and that we appeal to our respective representatives in Congress to do all in their power to accomplish this result.

Many are the signatures, and the end is not yet. Almost every journal in Chicago supports the resolution and very admirable leaders have already appeared. The Herald, Tribune, Times and News have pledged themselves to the cause, and there is no reason to doubt that the Journal, Post and other evening papers will be equally intelligent. Few but recognize the great benefit the removal of an art tariff will be to the World's Fair. It is not enough that art for the Fair will be admitted free. If sold, a duty of fifteen per cent. must be paid. The existence of the tax is a perpetual irritation to the art nations of Europe. Remove it altogether, and these nations will more willingly contribute their treasures in 1893.

Chicago's foremost citizens are quick to seize this point, and with their usual generosity put their hands in their pockets for the I-don't-know-how-manyeth-time. Lo, the result:

FUND FOR A NATIONAL LOAN EXHIBITION. Previous subscriptions........

$2,996.00

100.00 100.00 100.00 100.00 50.00 50.00 50.00 50.00 5.00

$3,601.00

Such a New Year as it was at the White House! A bright sun and balmy air were without; sunny smiles, pretty women, gay

gowns and brave men within.

The reception rooms never looked so well as now, thanks to Mrs. Harrison's tasteful supervision, the best result of which is seen in the "Red Room," no longer red but terra cotta, with frieze and ceiling that do not swear at each other. Above the main door of this room hangs Eastman Johnson's excellent portrait of Grover Cleveland, the latest addition to the White House portrait gallery. Sitting between John Quincy Adams and Martin Van Buren, with his eyes on Jackson and with Arthur at his left, the leader of Democracy cannot find fault with his company, though the artist who painted him may object to being "skied." This portrait is best seen on a level with the eye.

Whoever sniffs at gold lace and uniforms ought to attend this New Year's reception and compare the gay attire of the diplomatic corps and the Army and Navy with the coat and trousers of the period. As long as human beings have eyes in their heads, they will be attracted by the picturesque; therefore I live in hopes of a masculine revival of color and breeches. One tall hussar in red tights and top boots made so good a picture that he simply annihilated every man in sight. There's philosophy in feminine love of uniforms, and considering the pains women take to please men in dress, it's about time men made an effort in the same direction. The most glaring anomaly I saw at the White House was a graceful woman in fine brocade on the arm of a clever man in a brown cutaway and checkered trousers!

This reminds me of the general go-as-you-please character of our public receptions. There were ladies in ball dress, demi-toilette and street gowns. There were short skirts and long. It is de rigueur to be in evening dress if invited to receive with the White House party, but what evening dress means depends upon the sweet will of the individual. Nothing is more unbecoming and inappropriate than low-necked bodices in broad daylight. Queen Victoria insists upon them at her drawing rooms, and has been the cause of much sickness and gnashing of teeth in consequence; but there's no reason why common sense should not prevail in Washington. Bonnets and bare necks don't mix well. The majority of women at these receptions must of necessity be in street dress, and the verdict of lookers-on is that demitoilette ought to be the rule for women "behind the line." As it is, most of them adopt it, so that only the few are in full dress, consequently the incongruity is the more apparent.

Many were the new faces, none more welcome than those of Mrs. Foster and Mrs. Elkins, both of whom stood in line with Mrs. Harrison and Mrs. Morton, who never looked better. Secretary Elkins towered above everybody, and people who didn't see him shook hands with Joseph K. McCammon and vowed they were each other's doubles. Senator Brice entered the East Room with a dignity that did credit to Ohio. Moreover he was well dressed, which is more than can be said of certain older Senators who shall be nameless. It was pleasant to see Ex-Secretary McCulloch mingle in that brilliant throng, bearing his eighty-three years as though our allotted span of life were at least a century, which Dr. Hammond, who was there too, says it is.

Admirals, Generals, Colonels, Captains, Judges-everybody had a title. Europe, Asia, Africa, America! What an olla podrida! The whole world was "in the soup," and we all shook hands as we simmered in the social cauldron and wished each other the best of years. Not one of us was afraid of war with Chile. In fact as the clock struck twelve and 1892 was born, I saw Señor Montt and General Miles shake hands in the banquet hall of the Shoreham and a sweet little cherub that sat up aloft laid his chubby hands on the heads of both and blessed them in the name of Peace.

THE

HE MORMON CREED:

6. We believe in the same organiza tion that existed in the primitive PART IV. church, viz: apostles, prophets, pasMortors, teachers, evangelists, etc.

mons are prone to refer to Christian ministers as "hireling clergy," and state that their priests work without purse or scrip. I have heard elders declare to Gentile tourists that President Taylor and the apostles labored in the Lord's vineyard entirely for love. In the Étoile du Déséret (the Star of Deseret), published by John Taylor in 1851, this veracious prophet, then elder, made the following statement:

The expenses of the church government are as follows:
President of the church-.
His counsellors
The twelve apostles
The high council
The seventies
The high priests.
Elders---

Bishops, ordinary

Priests, teachers, and deacons

Total

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0 00

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What are the facts? Let us begin with the apostles. Since the death of John Taylor there have been more than twelve apostles, including President Wilford Woodruff of whose mental calibre I tried to give an idea in the previous paper. They receive an annual salary from

The cleverest of these men is George Q. Cannon; the most cultivated is F. S. Richards, a very good lawyer. Almost all of them are polygamists, promotion in the church having heretofore been dependent upon the zeal with which Saints "lived their religion."

Brigham Young, Jr., squandered a great deal of money during his father's lifetime, and through this paternal source obtained many chances of pecuniary advancement. He, like the rest of his forty-nine brothers and sisters, was left twenty thousand dollars. He owns a farm, but several years ago confessed, to use his own apostolic language, that he was "broke." This apostle

has had three wives, the first being a lovely woman worthy of a better fate. Even before the law interfered her saviour gave most of his time and attention to the third wife.

It follows as inevitably as the rising of the sun, that a church which controls temporalities has endless ways of making money, and will reward such saints as serve it most faithfully. One of the sons of an apostle, facetiously replying to an inquiry respecting his father's ability to provide for so many wives and children when he was ostensibly without salary, said, "He has a good many opportunities."

There are a good many opportunities in Utah-for Saints.

So much for the apostles. Now for the self-sacrificing head of the church. It is perfectly well known that Joseph Smith lived off his people. God through revelation commanded the church to support the beloved Joseph: "My servant Joseph has not strength to work." Joseph stood six feet two inches in his stockings, weighed two hundred and twelve pounds, was famous as a wrestler, and could raise a barrel of whiskey to his lips and drink out of the bung-hole! On investigation I find that Joseph was not averse to turning his own mother into a show-woman and making quarter-dollars out of his visitors.

"Come with me," said the prophet to Charles Francis Adams, Sr., Josiah Quincy and others, not long before he died, "I will show you the curiosities!" He led the way to a lower room where sat a venerable lady. "This is my mother, gentlemen. The curiosities we shall see belong to her. They were purchased with her own money at a cost of six thousand dollars. These are mummies. I want you to look at that little runt of a fellow over there. He was a great man in his day. Why, that was Pharaoh Necho, king of Egypt. That is the handwriting of Abraham, Father of the Faithful. This is the autograph of Moses, and these lines were written by his brother Aaron. Here we have the earliest account of the creation, from which Moses composed the first book of Genesis." The parchment last referred

to

showed a rude drawing of a man and woman, and a ser

pent walking upon a pair of legs. pent walking upon a pair of legs. Mr. Quincy ventured to doubt the propriety of providing the reptile in question with this unusual means of locomotion. "Why, that's as plain as a pike-staff," rejoined the prophet. "Before the fall, snakes always went about on legs, just like chickens. They were deprived of them in punishment for their agency in the ruin of man!" Smith declared that he "was the only mortal who could translate these mysterious writings, and that his power was given by direct inspiration."

"And, now, gentlemen," said this bourgeois Mohammed, "those who see these curiosities generally pay my mother a quarter of a dollar."

The present president of the church has the use of a finely furnished dwelling built by Brigham Young out of church money, the use of which was assigned in his will to his first wife, and to a much younger favorite. The president is also allowed a carriage and other perquisites. As trustee in trust for the church he has entire control of the tithing fund, which a few years since was at least a million a year. No public statement being made of the disposition of this large amount, it can readily be imagined where some of it goes. Brigham Young's pilferings were notorious. Once, and I believe once only, did the Saints venture to ask Brigham Young for a detailed account of tithing expenditure, whereupon the Lion of the Lord" raged, and laconically replied: "It is none of your business how much tithing has been collected." This prophet was a counterpart of William M. Tweed, morally as well as physically.

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As "trustee in trust" Brigham Young gave no bonds. Being indebted in 1852 to the church, to the amount of two hundred thousand dollars, he ordered the clerk to place that sum to his credit for services rendered. In 1867 his indebtedness to the same benign source rose to the magnificent proportions of nine hundred and sixtyseven thousand dollars. The account was balanced in like ingenious fashion. Thus in twenty years the poor people of Utah paid the prophet at the rate of sixty thousand dollars per annum. This was the nest egg. Land grants, the salaries of governor and Indian agent, railroad contracts, etc., swelled the prophet's income to a much larger amount. So positive were the proofs of Brigham's peculations that at his death the church obliged the heirs to disgorge a million of dollars. Thus the Gardo House became the property of the church and the official residence of the president.

Bishops are temporal officers almost entirely. Every town is divided into wards, and over every ward is placed a bishop with two counsellors. Salt Lake City, for example, has twenty-one bishops, most of whom are coarse, illiterate foreigners. I was a constant attendant at their Sunday evening ward meetings, and know. It is the business of the bishop to collect the tithing in his ward and turn it over to the tithing-house. He is allowed a percentage on receipts and has rare opportunities if he chooses to embrace them. One good bishop in Idaho for several years sent reports to Salt Lake that the people were so poor as to render the collection of tithing impossible. Finally, the church sent a faithful saint to investigate this anomalous condition of things, whereupon the enterprising bishop told the brethren that they might go to hell with their d-d old religion. He had had all he wanted of it." The bishop could afford to be excommunicated. He had appropriated about seventy-five thousand dollars, and no proof could be brought against him. Moreover, if there had been, it is Mormon policy nowadays to cover up iniquity within the fold, in order that Gentiles may not find food for criticism. Better bear loss and allow the guilty to escape than to let the world see Mormonism as it is.

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Such accidental praise, coming from many quarters, tells its own story and proves that I was not wrong in believing that a review emanating from the national Capital would, if honestly and forcibly conducted, travel faster and carry more weight than an equally able periodical published elsewhere. Within the last four Within the last four months I have almost crossed the continent, have been welcomed everywhere as a household friend, and have been told that the WASHINGTON is the source to which the West looks for justice and for accurate news about Congress. You take the trouble to come and see us and judge for yourself. You therefore appreciate our needs.

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and down there whenever they need it, and send me a bill for favors past, and similar favors for a year in advance, and I will remit promptly. Wishing you the happiest of New Years, and with kind regards of our household, I remain,

Yours sincerely, WILL CARLETON. When extremes of thought like Chambers of Commerce and poets meet on the common ground of a review only two years old, can I not rightly claim that the WASHINGTON has won its spurs ?

Who among my readers will help spread the gospel of patriotism? One good friend sends me thirty-six new subscribers. If all send one only, think of the sum total! Happy New Year! KATE FIELD.

"HANTS."

what you say on other subjects, and we are learning to regard the city of Washington with pride."

Dear readers, this comment is worth having lived for. For too long people have regarded this magnificent capital as a second-rate town, entirely dependent upon Congress for an unpleasant notoriety during a short period of the year. That a Washington review could have any raison d'être, or command attention outside of the District of Columbia, struck the knowing ones as comically impossible. It is quite safe to follow the lead of Davy Crockett and go ahead when you are right. A nation can have but one capital When that capital begins with brains and beauty it is bound to become the focus of everything; hence its mouthpiece will be heard throughout the Union.

To the press this review owes its instantaneous recognition. I cannot be too grateful to my eighteen thou sand brothers and sisters in this country, to say nothing of foreign members of the same great family, for their moral support. All join in the pæans I sing about the hub of the nation. Many journals publish their despatches from it as "News from the Capital" not "News from Washington," as formerly. It's grandeur reflects on every section of our Union, and jealousy of its increasing importance has no right to exist.

Wherever I journeyed I found men and women looking longingly to Washington as the Mecca of their desires. They are coming here to make new homes, coming because they want to enjoy the fruit of long laborrepose and social relaxation. Nature, government, art, science, society, go on with or without Congress, and make the Capital interesting all the year round. No one can say that this review has been less readable during the last nine months when Congress has been ancient history. On the contrary, the WASHINGTON has doubled its circulation during this interregnum, and demonstrated its national character. Its sketches of St. Louis, Minneapolis, St. Paul, Sioux City, Omaha, Cheyenne, Denver, Colorado Springs, Pueblo, Salt Lake City and Chicago have in several instances elicited thanks from Chambers of Commerce. I now hold in my hand a le ter from Portland, Oregon, inspired by prominent citizens, asking me to visit that fine young city. Such an invitation is worth all the dinners of a season. And here is another letter coming to me with the New Year which I can't help showing you dear readers.

BROOKLYN, N. Y., December 31, 1891. Somebody has been sending Mrs. Carleton the WASHINGTON, ever since it was created. We have wondered who it was, and have finally come to the conclusion that it's you. There has been no more welcome visitor; often have I been tempted to telegraph you the words "Good girl: give it to them again!" Your articles on the International Copyright business, were worth several years' subscription. Even in such cases as you haven't been entirely right, you have spoken with an evident sense of conviction that was the next thing to it. Go on, Katherine, and say your say, in yonr own inimitable manner, and shake them up

no sich theng es ha'nts!" exclaimed the old man when I called into question the reality of these erratic neighbors. "Ah! chile, spite er all my 'splainin. I sees dat you's mons'ous back'ud in yer eddycation yit, Ef yer don' b'lieve in ha'nts, in de name er God, chile' what does yer b'lieve in?

"But you des wait twel you's had er li'l' er de speeunce wid um I'se had. Wait twel you's been skyeerd out'n ten years grofe by ha'nts-twel dey chases yer en chases yer twel yer draps down fer dead.

"Some folks kin see ha'nts better'n udders, en niggers eyes, in ginerly, sets mo' dat way dan white folks. Alluz 'pears lek I had better eyes fer dat sorter bussniss dan anybody else in the Nunited States, put'nigh. Ef I goes anywhar in de range er one, I'm dead sho to run up wid him. So atter to dark I has to gin de grabeyards plenny er room en fight shy er ha'nted places. Eben den I'se alluz runnin' ercross stray ha'nts some' res erbout. My dawgs is de wuss 'bout runnin' ha'nts dan any yer eber see, and 'casionly dey trees one.

"Dar's de ha'nt ober at de ole Doomer grabe-yard. Pass dar wheneber yer will, ef de moon's right, en you's good at ha'nt seein,' en dar 'tis. Des 'fo' yer gits ginst de grabe-yard, er great, tall 'oman, 'bout ten foot high en 'dout any head, nately rises up out'n' de yearth twixt yer en de branch en comes to meet yer. She alluz has er li'l' white dawg runnin' by her side, en sometimes she totes one dese hyere jacky-lantums in her han'. Dey sey-dough I ai' never staid 'bout dar dat lawng-dey sey, dat when she gits right erginst yer, she en de li'l' white dawg banishes, whilst de jacky-lantum bustes lek er milyun claps er thunder.

"Den, dar's de ole Knuckle plantation dat's ha'nted fum one end to de udder, wid de cu'isest sorter ha'nts at dat. Nobody ai' neber seed noth'n' 'bout dar, en nobody ai' neber hyeerd noth'n'. But yer cant, to sabe yer life, git er dawg, ner steer, ner haws, ner no sorter crittur to step awn dat lan', er pass dat road twixt dust en daybre'k. Yer mer w'ar out his weight in hick'ries awn him, but nar inch will he budge, but des stan' still en trimble same es if he had all de chills en fits dat eber wus had. De folks dat libs awn dat place ca' keep er dawg ner cat. Dey won' stay dar. De fus' night dey gits skeered, takes to dar heels, en dat's de last un um. Ef anybody git sick in de night, yer got to walk atter de doctor, caze dai' no sich er theng es gettin' er hawse out'n' de stable. En dey says dai' no rabbits, ner 'possums, ner wile thengs awn de place, dough es to dat I ca' sey. I don' go 'bout dar merse'f.

"Dar's de ole Reeks place. Nobody ai' lived dar sence de State went up. Dey can't. But pass dir when yer will atter dark, en yer's sho to hyear folks talkin' en quarrelin', spinnin'-wheels and looms er flyin', chillun playin', en babies er cryin' en de wuss sort er racket gwine awn.

"Den, dar's de Smoot plantation dat's got dese reg'lar

pranky kind er ha'nts. Yer ca' keep nar' do' awn de place locked to sabe yer life. Lock um eber so tight'n strawng ober night, but when yer gits up nakes mawnin' de las' one fum de great 'ouse to de chick'n-coop's stan'in' stretched wide oben.

"One er de cu'isest ha'nts in de neighborhood is de

WOMAN'S NOBLE WORK.

MRS. POTTER PALMER TALKS OF VARIOUS EUROPEAN CHARITIES.

By Grapevine Telephone.

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crosses de paf. 'Fo' I stop trabblin' dat road, ev'y night pass dar by merse'f de dawgs would bulge erhead en set in to bayin' sump'm in de bottom. When I run up dey wus put'nigh habin' er fit ober what 'pear lek er mejum-size, full lookin' white bag sett'n' awn de li'l' bridge de road crosses. Las' time I see it, des to find out ef 'twus er ha'nt, I kotch up er han'ful er rocks en sot in to chunkin' at hit. Well, sah, take my head ef I hadn' des well been flengin' at er passle er smoke. Ev'y rock went straight awn th'u'. But atter while it 'gan to git whiter'n whiter en bigger'n bigger, twel fust theng I knowed hit rolled awf de bridge en made fer me.

"Better b'lieve Cephus didn' wait fer nobody to sey, 'Git furder!' Up de lane I to', reshed ober de ridge en drap down de hill awn t'er side with dat sump'm er rollin' en er bouncin' en er swellin' 'bout three jumps berhint me. I lef' de paf en tuk to de bushes, en dat left de paf en tuk to the bushes. I riz ober branches en gullies en li'l' bottoms, en dat riz ober branches en gullies en li'l' bottoms. De faster I run, de faster dat run. Ev'y minute I was 'spectin' noth'n else but to be kotch en 'stroyed. Fifty times I felt sump'm cole awn de nap er mer nake en gin up for gawn. I tell yer, dat three-mile stretch twix' me en home wus kivered lek groun' never wus kivered erfo' sence de cows come home. Its de fust time anybody ever hyear er dawgs bene outtrabbled, but mine warn' nowhar dat night. I done got home, busted in en drapped down awn de flo' to ketch mer bref, too lawng to talk 'bout 'fo' dem dawgs eben come in hearin'. Fer er fortnight atterwards I could smell brimstone lawng dat paf, eben in de day-time..

"How lawng ergo dat been? Forty year come dis nakes Chris'mus. En I hopes it'll be forty year mo''fo' me en er ha'nt trabbles dat fur awn de same paf tergedder. Didn' I hab er Chris'mas jug wid me? I did when I started, but not when I hilt up. I tell you, dat wus er 'casion to make er man bre'k his holt eben awn er jug. Now, ef dat warn' er sho 'nough en libely ernough ha'nt fer yer, all I'm got to sey is dat you's er mons'ous hard man to please, en oughter been dar!"

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DAVID DODge.

REPORTED VERBATIM.

A NATURAL INFERENCE.

IGHTNING-ROD AGENT.-Hulloa, Bub! Do yo think your father would like to have his house rodded? BUB (with repressed sobs).-I shouldn't wonder. just rodded me.

PROBABLY A CORRECT VERDICT.

"He must have been a cow-boy." "Why?"

"He's got two hip-pockets." "That settles it.

ist."

He's

The fellow was a Prohibition

KATE FIELD'S WASHINGTON wants you to pause for

a few moments and review your brief trip to Europe. Your public work, so well done, makes us all feel that you belong to the people."

"Thank you for thinking so kindly of me. My sole aim is to help women and make the Woman's Building and Exhibit of the World's Fair not only a credit but a glory to our sex. As to my six weeks' trip abroad, it was made almost entirely on account of my sister, Mrs. Grant, whom I naturally wanted to see. Consequently I only visited England, France and Austria."

"Did you have a glimpse of Austrian women?"

"Yes. They lag in certain directions; in society, for example, they are indolent and apparently feel that they have done their duty to humanity by raising money for charities. Convents do the work."

"Are there any Austrian institutions we could copy to advantage?

"Most decidedly. There's a fine school in Vienna where women are trained to cook and to do housework. Lunches are served regularly to a public made up mostly of regular patrons, such as neighbors, clerks, army officers and shoppers. The rooms are the perfection of neatness.'

"Are there schools for needlework?" "Indeed there are.

The darning is marvelous and the laces are admirable. There is a wonderful school of embroidery organized by Frau Bach, which, since her death ten years ago, has been under government control. Here every kind of embroidery is taught-Chinese, Persian, early Italian and so on. There are whole pictures done by the needle-all women's work. None of it is sold. Everything is given away, generally to churches."

"Are there not several institutions for the reception of children born in the army, navy and civil service?" "Yes; and these children are given whatever education they are best fitted for."

"Did your hear anything about Princess Metternich's Musical Congress?"

"I could almost answer that I heard of nothing else, and am surprised it excites so little comment in this country. This clever woman is carrying out a splendid idea to assured victory. The Congress will engross Vienna next summer and make it the resort of musical students and dilettanti. The exhibit will trace the history of music from its dawn to the present day. Instruments and scor s will be supplemented by practical illustrations of various schools. France has appropriated three hundred thousand francs for her exhibit and will send artists to interpret modern French music."

"And all the work of one woman. How delightful! I wonder when our Government will set aside sixty thousand dollars to advance American music! Congress won't even pay decent salaries to our one Marine Band! Did you see that exposition of rugs at Vienna ?"

"It was remarkable, and I hope we shall have it at our World's Fair. The making of these rugs is an imperial industry but was originally established in Poland by a powerful noble, who sent samples of rugs from the Orient while visiting that region. The most expensive materials are used. Gold is the background on which a silk pattern is woven. These rugs never touch the ground now. They are hung up."

"I heard of your meeting Madame de Morcier and Madame Bogelot in Paris. Tell me about their soci