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BESSIE.
T'S only Bessie Ra-
p,-v | TIB," said Mrs. Lld-
•sii'l dlngton to her
niece, Mrs. Enfield,
a blooming city
matron, who had
brought her two
boys to the country
for the summer, “I
wouldn’t let Hal
and Felix associate
with her on any ac-
count, If I were you. There’s no good
In any of thos° Havens—a vile, low
•set.”
Mrs. Enfield looked pityingly at the
brown-faced, bare-legged little gypsy,
who had slunk around the back door,
a basket of late luscious blackberries
on her arm, and the deep flush that be-
tokened how plainly she had over-
heard Mrs. Llddington’s careless words,
still dyeing her cheeks.
‘‘Only Bessie Raven!” How often
she had heard that phrase. How bit-
ter a meaning did it convey to her
ears.
weeks, before they returned to their
city home—and so he never got the
chance to tell Bessie Raven good-by.
THEATRICAL TOPICS.
“There are no trout there! You
might throw a bait and wait a year,
and you wouldn’t get a bite!”
It was a deep, solitary ravine, where.
In attitudes of Intense eagerness, Hal
Enfield and his brother Felix were
bolding their fishing rods, awaiting the
expected bite, while Bessie Raven’s
brown face and big, black eyes looked
out at them from a natural oval frame
of bushes and vines, as she held a
basket in one hand, and her tattered
sun bonnet in the other.
Hal Enfield, a self-sufficient little
aristocrat, by nature as well as by
education, drew himself haughtily up.
‘‘I don’t know that we asked any
Information from you,” said he,
haughtily. “Have the goodness to be
about your business.”
“I won't!" retorted Bessie Raven,
with an ominous flash in her dark
eyes. "It’s a free country, ain't it?
And I've as much right here as you
have!”
"Very well,” said Hal, rising and
gathering together his tackle. “I’ll
go, then. Come, Felix.”
But Felix, the younger brother, had
no idea of leaving his cool, shady nook,
for a whim of Hal’s.
Hal stalked away In high dudgeon;
Felix remained behind to cultivate the
acquaintance of Bessie Raven.
“If there are no trout here," said he,
composedly eyeing the brown gypsy
face among the leaves, “where do they
hide?”
“I'll show you,” said Bessie, with
alacrity. “Just a piece further on.
There’s lots of ’em—only everybody
don’t know it. Come on!”
And the two children spent a long
summer’s morning together under the
green trees.
Until just as Felix Enfield was turn-
ing to go home, half apprehensive that
he had missed the farm-house dinner,
he did not perceive that the little gold
cross he wore attached to his watch-
chain was gone.
"Oh!” cried he, “where is my-”
He stopped abruptly. For in the very
moment in which he spoke, he per-
ceived, half-hidden in the folds of the
bosom of Bessie’s tattered dress, the
gleam of some golden ornament. In-
voluntarily he caught at it—it was his
own.
“You little thief!” cried he.
must have stolen itr
Bessie stood sullen and silent, her
eyes cast down, her bare feet impa-
tiently patting the velvety grass be-
Ten years afterward! TJftee and
twenty 1* a dangerous age for flirta-
tions, but Felix Enfield had never been
seriously smitten until that time when
ho crossed the Atlantic In the steamer
Will o’ the Wisp, and fell in love with
the captain's Spanish-eyed daughter.
“If you don’t marry me,” said Felix,
with comical earnestness, “I’ll throw
myself into the sea.”
“There’s not much danger of that,”
said Miss Richfield, quietly.
“But I am in earnest!” protested
Felix.
“So am I!” said the damsel with the
blue-black eyes.
“Don’t you love me?” pleaded Felix.
“I don’t dislike you,” demurely an-
swered Miss Richfield.
“Then I shall hope," reclared Felix.
“Hopo Is a commodity that Is free
to all!” said the young lady.
But at the voyage’s end Mr. Enfield
was deeper In love than ever.
Look here, Miss Richfield,” said he:
“If you don’t say you’ll have me, I
won’t leave the steamer’s deck! I’ll
go back and forth perpetually between
New York and Southampton!”
CURRENT NEWS AND COSSIP
OF THE STAGE.
Women Have the Power to Terminate
the Kra of Immoral (Stage Parts Duse
on New Creations—Mary Young and
Her Work—Ntuge Whispers.
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HE SUGGESTION
is made by the
New York Even-
ing Post, and with
much force, that
women have the
power to put a
speedy end to all
coarse, unpleasant
or Indecent stage
performances. This
is certainly the
fact in the case of the better order of
theaters, where a withdrawal of fe-
male patronage would soon bring
about the closing of the doors. If any
considerable number of the women
supporters of the theater let it be
known that they would resent as a
personal Insult gross things said or
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“I don’t think papa would care for 3'age ‘n thelr pr?sence:
. _ _________.. ... I refuse to visit the theater again and
exqrt their Influence to keep their
s(permanent a passenger," said Miss
fiWhfleld, with a mischievous twinkle
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In her eyes.
“But, really! Do you know. Miss
Richfield, I believe you are engaged al-
ready.”
She colored a little.
“Why?" she asked.
“Ah! you think I have no eyes. You
think I haven’t perceived that you
always wear a black velvet ribbon
around your neck—a black velvet rib-
bon, from which is suspended some
trinket of gold, hidden in the lace
frills of your collar. Is it a gauge?”
“Yes,” Miss Richfield calmly an-
swered; “it Is a gauge of true love. If
I ever am married-”
"If.” almost scornfully ejaculated |
the lover.
Well, when I am married,” Miss
Richfield corrected herself, “it will
only be to the gentleman who gave
me this!”
Then I may consider myself reject-
ed?” slowly spoke Felix, with a face
of the bitterest chagrin.
“Not quite,” said the dark-eyed dam-
sel, soltfly, as she drew the golden ;
talisman from her throat and held It
toward him. “Don’t you remember
who gave me this?”
He uttered an exclamation of recog- !
nltion.
It Is the golden cross I gave, years
ago. to Bessie Raven!" cried he.
Yes," she said, quietly, “and I am
Bessie Raven.”
“You!”
“Yes. My mother died shortly after
you gave me this. My uncle, who had
just returned from the West, adopted j
us all. Two of my sisters are In board- |
ing-school. My brother is being edu- |
cated in a German university. And I
am my uncle’s adopted daughter,
known only by his name.”
“But, Bessie, you said you would,
marry the one who gave you that!
cried out Enfield.
“So I will,” confessed Bessie, laugh- !
ing and blushing. “If he Is still In- j
fatuated enough to persist In wanting
me.”
They were married within a month
—a regular true-love match—and old '
Mrs. Liddington finds herself grand- !
aunt-in-law to “only Bessie Raven!”
And really,” says she, complacent- I
ly, "I don’t th!nk Felix could have j
made a better match!”— New York
Daily News.
friends from visiting It, managers
would soon cease to discover anything
particularly artistic or progressive in
realistic vulgarities, and would take
care that all their goods should be dis-
infected thoroughly before exhibition.
Unfortunately, women as a body have
not shown open anger or disgust at
plays which have elicited vigorous
male reprobation. On the contrary,
some of the most unseemly plays of
modern date have drawn phenomenal-
ly large audiences at matinees. It
may be as well to add that the worst
plays are not always those about
| which the most fuss is made. Mere
or vulgarity is not very
dangerous, for It is repellent without
any power of insidious attraction.
The dangerous play Is that which in-
tlon failed In New York, but with sf*
good comedians, the prettiest chorus
seen in many a day. In addition to
Marie George, Chrlssle Carlyle, Phyllis
Rankin and Edna May, the New York
verdict was reversed In Boston the
last of November. “The Belle of New
York" has no claims to any artistic
merit. It is a fin de slecle musical
comedy, thin of story, unoriginal, and
unimpressive musically. If two num-
bers be excepted, and altogether cause-
less and rosultless. But as a "girl
show” It Is unrivaled. There are all
sorts of girls, all pretty, and all young.
It appealed along that line and suc-
ceeded along that line.
Another young player who ought to
lie a great success as an ingenue If she
had a proper opportunity Is Mary
Young, who has lately emerged from
obscurity in Daly’s theater and made
a popular success as Lucille, the slack
wire walker of “The Circus Girl.”
Miss Young Is a New Yorker. She
was born up In Harlem and brought
up In New York city. She is only 18
years old, and up to the time she
started out from New York with "The
Circus Girl,” had spent almost her en-
tire professional life In Augustin
Daly’s company (a great school). Miss
Young made her debut at the age of
twelve in Tennyson’s “The Forrest-
ers,” when it was produced at Daly’s
theater, March 17, 1892, but In all her
career at Daly’s she had few speaking
parts, although she had danced in
most of his productions in Europe and
all over America. But she had under-
studied many parts and been carefully
rehearsed In many of them by Mr.
Daly, who took a great interest In her.
In 1894 Miss Young played Titania in
“A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” and
Puck In the same play, her two most
important parts, and in the summer of
that year she played a few weeks in
the stock company In Kansas City.
She is pretty, graceful, has marked
charm, and even in Lucille shows evi-
dences of temperamental gifts al-
though the part is Dot an inspiring
one. Her bits of pantomime in the
TALES OF THE CUPID her U wa" * Shame of Tom,
and Old Charley didn’t like It a bit.
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60ME AMUSING STORIES OF
UNIQUE "MATCHES."
Courting In Church—A Punning Glanre,
for Once I.euil* to » Happy Marriage
Uncle Rastus' Courtnhlp—Old Dutch
Churlry,
A young gentleman living in
the city of Moncton happened to
sit at church in a pew adjoin-
ing one In which was a young
lady for whom he conceived a
sudden and violent passion and felt
desirous of entering Into courtship on
the spot, but the place not suiting a
formal declaration he hit on the fol-
lowing plan: Politely handing his
neighbor a Bible open with a pin stuck
In the following verse: II Epistle of
John, 5 verse: “And now I beseech thee
lady, not as though I wrote a new com-
mandment unto thee, but that which
we had from the beginning, that we
love one another.”
She returned It with the following:
Ruth, II chapter, x verse: “Then she
fell on her face and bowed herself to
the ground and said unto him, why
have I found grace in thine eyes that
thou shouldest take knowledge of me
seeing I am a stranger?”
He returned the Book, pointing to
the xxl verse of the II Epistle of John:
Having many things to write unto
you I would not write them with paper
and ink, but I trust to come unto you
and speak face to face that our joy
may be full.”
From the above Interview it is rea-
sonable to suppose that the marriage
took place soon after.
Three or four days later the lady ap-
peared ait the station alone, and told
those preaent why she was leaving.
“It’s that plagued pet pig o’ hts’n!
He’s Just sot on that pet pig, an*
bound to have It In the woodshed, an’
every time the door’s opened it comes
tearln’ In, racin’ all over the hull
house, an’ trackin’ up the floors! It’s
just gallin’! He says he can’t bear to
kill it, but he can’t keep me an’ It
both.”
At this point Dutch Charley ran In,
wildly excited.
“Ach! Katie, Katie, what for you go
by der house away? What for you
Bthay and marry me not?”
They retired to the lower end of the
platform, held a short consultation,
then started toward the road.
As they passed, Old Charley beamed
upon the Interested group at the door,
and said: ‘‘Tomorrow we go by der
preacher an’ git marriet wunst!”
The neighbors say that the chief fea-
ture ef the wedding feast was roast
Pet pig. BEL BUCHANAN.
OEMS AND TRADITIONS.
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A Panning Glance,
When my friend Jack was leaving
home to come to Assinaboia his aunt
accompanied him to the station, and
there bade him an affectionate fare-
well. As the train was leaving the
station he noticed his aunt in con-
versation with a tall, fair and very at-
tractive looking young lady. Jack
was much struck by the latter’s ap-
pearance and could not keep from
thinking of her all the way, and won-
dering who she was. He made up his
mind she was the one being in the
world for him. immediately on his
arrival he wrote to his aunt asking
about the young lady. The reply was
favorable—Viola wag single.
Jack managed with his aunt’s as-
sistance to start a correspondence.
They became very much attached
through their letters, and when they
met for the first time it was to be
married. All arrangements about tbe
wedding had been made by letter.
Jack found out after they were mar-
ried, that Viola had seen him that
memorable day at the station and had
inquired of Jack’s aunt who he was.
It happened that they both confided in
the same person, and as a consequence
all came out right. The old lady is
very proud of the match she helped to
make, for they are indeed a happy
couple.
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"YOU LITTLE THIEF!”
low. She could not deny It—she scorn-
ed any attempt to justify herself.
“Bessie,” said the boy, slowly, “what
made you do it? Don’t you know that
It is wrong to steal?”
“Wrong!” cried out Bessie, passion-
ately. “Why Is it wrong You are rich
and I’m poor! You’ve got everything,
and I’ve got nothing! Why shouldn’t
I help myself when I’ve got the
chance?”
Felix Enfield looked at her. Verily
there was more in her creed than he
had realized.
“I’ll tell you why. Bessie," said he.
“At least. I’ll tell you what I think
about It.”
So. In his boyish way. he unfolded
the philosophy of meum and tuum.
Bessie Raven listened In surprise.
She had never been reasoned with be-
fore. No one had ever taken the trou-
ble to explain matters and things la
general to her.
“Oh. Felix!” she cried out. with a
great sob In her throat. "I see it all
now. But no one ever told me before.
And father was lost at sea. and mother
had us little ones to take care of, and
somehow everyone's hand was against
us. and we had to fight our way along,
so I got somehew not to care abo'*«
anything.”
“Don’t cry. B“»»le!” soothed the lad.
"Don't fret, that's a good girl! Here
—take the gold cross and keep It.
don’t care much for It."
So they parted. At home Felix
found that his father had come to take
Couldn't Heat Him.
A little boy from California who has
been about a great deal is spending
the holidays with his Washington cous-
ins. He has enjoyed the sights of the I
capital, but he hasn’t permitted himself
to be in the slightest degree overawed
by anything he has seen. His cousins
took him—“carried” him. they said of j
it themselves—to the National Museum
one day, and called his attention to a j
great log of petrified wood lying just j
outside the door. The little Califor- j
nian had been a little depressed, but ;
he brightened up at the sight.
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The Washington cousins maintained
their composure. “We’ve got a whole than half a virtul
forest of trees like that out west," went 1
on the young westerner. Still the |
Washingtonians were not at all im- i
pressed. The California boy drew a
long breath. "We’ve got a whole woods
of putrefied trees,” he said. "Yes, and
they’s putrefied birds sitting on ’em,
or misrepresents it as rather more
"I feel the need of creating new
things,” said Eleanor Duse, to a Eu-
ropean correspondent. “The nature of
my present artistic activity no longer
satisfies me. I feel that something is
and—and," with one last effort to dls- dylng in my aouI- and that something
turb the calm self-satisfaction of his
companions, “they’re singing putrefied
songs, too.”—Washington Post.
Conrtesy of the Old School.
From the San Francisco News Let-
ter: Everybody knows Col. Caldwell.
The colonel is a Virginian of the old
school. The colonel’s piety has con-
densed into one creed, courtesy to
women. He never leaves a room with
a lady in it without backing through
the door. Miss N„ who is very prac-
tical. remarked the other evening:
“Col. Caldwell, have you eyes on the
back of your head?” "I would have
them, madam, were you behind me.”
An acquaintance the other day asked.
“Colonel, do you always back away
from the ladies?” “I do, suh! but I
don’t back down from the men, suh!"
A lady, much given to Browning, ask-
ed the following question, receiving
else is being born there. In the plays
In which I now act there is a side
that is false, worn out. already dead,
which oppresses me. and I feel a de-
sire, an aspiration, for a new form of
art. which shall respond in a more im-
mediate and deeper fashion to the
structure of my mind. Magda. La
Femme Ideale. La Dame aux Camellas!
I feel humiliated under the apparel of
the persons I have to play. We must
go back to Greek beauty, to the dra-
matic art of the ancients. The action,
the color, the drawing of contempo-
rary art are the action, color and
drawing of an art that is rotten. Even
the language that we speak is vicious.
The eternal words, the eternal truths,
can be found only in the works of the
ancients, and it is only In taking the
art of antiquity as our point of depart-
ure that we can give to the public a
pure and healthy idea of form. The
first act of that musical comedy are
among the hits of the production.
But no one can see her without feel-
ing sure that she is an actress a little
out of her metier in musical comedy.
John Hare seems to have resumed
his old place among London manager*
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MARY YOUNG.
without difficulty. His performance
of the middle-aged lover in “A Bache-
lor’s Romance" has caught the fancy
— ----------„ rect-ivinr , , , of town- and the latest news of
the following answer: "Col. Caldwell *P ™ ? f 7* 'T* the tra"edv of the him is *b»t he has been obliged to mi*
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his theater to accomodate his patrons.
is falling in love an
son?” "My dear, madam," replied th«
colonel. “In love we desert the calm
I j of logic and surrender ourselves to the
[ rose-tinted delirium of instinct."
Unrle Rust us' Courtship.
In one of our southern towns live
two old darkies, relies of slavery. The
old man is one hundred and three
years old and had been married seven
times, all of his wives being dead when
he met Aunt Tisha. Aunt Tisha was
eighty-three, and had been married
five times. She was a Virginia dar
key. but had been sold into Alabama
during slave time, and had come to
this town after the war. Aunt Tisha
is a good, sweet-faced old darkey
her complexion a dark ginger-bread
color, her face surrounded by white
woolv hair. Uncle Rastus is a spry
old man. although bent nearly doubli
with age, but his eyes are bright and
they glance kindly at you from be-
hind his large steel rimmed spectacles.
It was several years since Uncle Ras-
tus’ seventh wife died and he was
anxiously looking for the eighth,
when some friend recommended Aunt
Tisha. He did not know her, but was
willing to meet her. This friend
pointed out Aunt Tisha to Uncle Ras-
tus one day on the street and he pro-
posed then and there. Aunt Tisha
answered him very Indignantly "Go
long nigger, what do I want wid yo.
Yo too ole to tak care yosef widout a
wife.” She calmed down, however
after reaching home, and asked the
lady for whom she was working to
write an apology to Uncle Rastus.
Soon after she had dispatched her
grandson with the letter she saw
through the kitchen window, as she
was washing the dishes, Uncle Jtaatus
coming up the street in his old ox
cart. She ran out into the street
with the dish towel In her hand, and
hailed him. No one knows what they
said to each other, but they made up
the differences and agreed to marry
next day. she bringing him in to sign
a paper giving her full possession of
his property, consisting of a log cabin,
an ox and ox cart.
Wonderful Virtue* Ascribed to the Tur-
quoise—King John's Rings.
Traditions and superstitions in con-
nection with precious gems are many
and varied. For example, the turquoise
Is believed to be especially rich in vir-
tues. The Germans claim that by its
varying shades it turns telltale on the
caprices and moods of its wearer. Car-
dau, the famous Italian physician and
philosopher, asserted that turquoise
mounted and worn as a finger ring
secured a horseman from all injury
and added with commendable caution
that he had a beautiful turquoise given
him as a keepsake, but never tested its
virtues, not caring for the sake of ex-
periment to risk his life. Shakespeare
caused Shylock to say: “He would not
have lost his turquoise ring for a whole
wilderness of monkeys.” Camilius
Leonardus, a writer of past centuries,
wrote much that was Interesting about
jewels. He names a number that are
either no longer found or else they
are creations of his imagination. Leo-
nardus states that the alecoria not
alone renders a man invisible, but
“being held in the mouth allays thirst."
The stone, doubtless of his fancy, Is
found In the intestines of a capon that
has lived seven years. Again he tells
of the bozoar, a rSi, dusty, brittle dnS*
light stone, which Is taken from the
body of some animal, and is infallible
against melancholy. He credits Queen
Elizabeth with wearing a bozoar. Four
famous rings of historical interest weref
those presented by Pope Innocent to
King John. The monarch was urged
to note with' extreme care the shape
of the rings, their number, color and
matter. The number, four, being a
square, typified firmness of mind, fixed
steadfastly on the four cardinal vir-
tues. The blue of the sapphire denot-
ed faith; the green of the emerald,
hope; the crimson of the ruby, charity,
and the splendor of the topaz, good
works. The rings themselves repre-
sented eternity, with neither beginning
nor end; gold, which was the material,
and. according to Solomon, the most
precious of metals, signified wisdom,
more to be desired than riches and
power.
WHAT THE SUN IS.
of Fixed
One ef the Great Multitude
Stars Is Described.
From the Philadelphia Inquirer: The
sun. around which the earth moves at
a distance of about 93.000,000 o fmiies.
a distance of about 93,000,000 of miles!
stars. It is an intensely hot body,
shining by its own light, while most
of the planets are cool bodies and do
not, therefore, give out light of their
own. Compared with the earth, the
sun is a globe of enormous dimensions
To make up its bulk 1,300,000 bodies
as large as the earth would be required.
When viewed through a telescope dark
spots may often be seen upon the sur-
face of the sun. If one of these spots
be carefully noticed, and observed
again after a few days, it will be found
to have moved farther toward the
western side of the sun’s disk, where
it finally disappears. After an inter-
val it reappears on the eastern side,
and arrives at the position where it
was first noticed in about twenty-five
days, furnishing us with proof that the
sun rotates on its axis in that time.
them up into the mountains for a few < servant?
Why are servant guls seldom cb-
Only one American company sent
out in musical comedy this season
could approach the "In Town” com-
pany in the beauty and neatness of its
girla, and that was George Lederer’s
“Balia of New York
Anita \hanti Chartres is the au-
thor of "That Man.” which A. M
Palmer will produce: "Her Ladyship.”
which it to be used at the New York
Daaino. and “Good and Evil.” which
This produc- j Eleanor Duse has rj.eptad.
Old Dntrh Charley's Courtship.
I was at the station when Old Dutch
Charley’s lady came. He had told us
why he was there: so. when the dash-
ing-looking stranger stepped from the
train, we all knew that this was the
city lady who had been recommended
to Old Charley, bv a mutual friend, as
a suitable life-partner, and who had
now come over to have a look at Old
v harley, and stay a while on approba-
tion. Old Charley couldn't leave his
horse, so Tom Johnson .the mail car-
ries-. appointed himself master of
ceremonies, and. escorting her out to
the road, formally introduced her to
Charley, handed her into the cutter. ,
and then—the vile reprobate_he
hia arms araund her rack and
put
kissed
An rnlovlng Wire's Way.
Sau Francisco Report: J. D. Mof-
fatt. a well-to-do citizen of this city,
had trouble with his wife and on De-
cember 20, last, he published a notice
that he would not be responsible for
his wife’s bills after January 1. The
lady was quick to see her opportunity.
She realized that for ten days between
the dates mentioned her husband
would be responsible, so she went all
j over San Jose and bought everything
she wanted and a few things that she
did not want. She was quite pleased
with her success and managed in the
! ten days to buy up several thousand
dollars' worth of goods. When the bills
came home the husband tore his hair.
But the shopkeepers demanded their
pay. They were told to go and whistle
for It. Now suit has been brought
against the hard-hearted husband, and
in addition to the original bills he may
have to pay court costs and lawyers’
fees.
Managing Hit.
Pretty Wife (poutingiy)—That Mrs.
De Plalne has a dozen dresses hand-
somer than the only good one I’ve go:
Smart Husband—A homely woman like
that needs rich attire to attract atten-
tion from her face. You don't. <Pret-
ty wife suhsigaaj—New York Waaklj.
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The Altus Plaindealer. (Altus, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 42, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 14, 1898, newspaper, April 14, 1898; Altus, Oklahoma Territory. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc496977/m1/3/: accessed March 28, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.