The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1867-01-28
A Second Ida PfeiGer.

A New York correspondent of the Boston
Traveller gives this gossip about very re-
markable character:
Ihad funny adventure in broadway on
Friday. Wonder if you will laugh over 1t as
did? .uG
Two years ago 1 met In gallery of Eastern
paintings a most extraordinary Engllsh Wo
mana SECOND Madam Pfeitfel-whO had
travelled for the last thirty-five years, and was
still anxious tor new explorations She was
dressed with short, scant skirts, When I'M
mense hoops were sen regle;" blg scoop OF
bonnet jammed on sideways ON her head; no
gloves and very broad thick shoes with leather
strings. Her stockings were probably white
when purchased, but that must have been
"long ago." But her face was extremely in
telesting; fine English complexion, bright
blue eyes and ever varying expression, and her
conversation was fascinating. Her pocket that
morning was stuffed full OF curiosities. mosa-
ics, canoes and beautiful bracelets,-all Giving
round loose" like the drunkards milk. and
her hands were covered with precious stones.
She talked of Pompeii, of winter in Rome. of
the Bedomn Arabs, OF visit to the SuItau's
harem, OF her experience in ascending the
Pyramids-ah! what didn't she talk of?
| said as l lett her, when you visit the
White Hills, stop at my home, and tell me
more OF your wonderful life." / really had no
idea should ever see her again, but the next
summer she came, looking more outre than
ever. How my sister, who saw her enter, raj
lied me on my stylish, elegant guest: while
my father, who happened to pass through the
parlor, came up stairs with grave face, to
reprove me for inviting such crazy-lookino,
queerly dressed parsonage to the house. "She
is OF course an imposter-some escaped luna
tic or half-witted Irish woman. wonder at
your utter lack of propriety."
persuaded him to go down with me, and
her gracious manners and brilliant converse
ton conquered him efiectually.
Her appearance was decidedly wild. "You
see my LEAR" she said, sthat mite nded to be
thoroughly presentable when came to yor,
and my friends filled valise with nice new
clothes, made me buy gloves and a hoop and
handsome shawl But lett my valise in
the car, because / saw mountain l wanted
to climb and getting out at the next station
forgot everything. 1t was very warm, and
TOOK OIL my shawl and hung it on fence
The new hoop bought just tor your sake nv
dear,) was SO troublesome, that / took il off
and iettit on bush as went upw Indeed,
she had Invested herself OF all unnecessary
Clothing, leaving the greater part upon the
twigs and bushes OF Mt. kearsaree But she
talked better than ever, showing herself won
derfuIly well educated, with dennite informal
tion on every topic introduced, and you may
believe that she went through most thor.
ouSh trottlng out from my doubling and tas-
tidIous paternal relative. But nv triumnb
was complete when heard him insist on
waking with her TO the station, more than a
mile and hail, Lecause she wished to view
the country, and he wished to hear more of a
roll OF papyrus which was in her possession!
Well, as was rushing up Broadway, L met
Madame rushing down, with the same bonnet
on, looking as queer as ever. She knew me
in moment, and whirling ME round, said, Il
am ashamed TO meet you, dear; how are YOU
and where is that learned iatheI who asked
me so many questions? Where are YOU 90
ing? can take you anywhere, to see what
you like. Sorry Ristoris gone; we are great
friends. Have you seen Hartz, the magician
Oh, you have been in there. Then there's
Cendrellon, and were just at the door" She
pulled me in, nodded to the man at the tick
ct stand, and gave Inc a tine seat. "Where
have you been lately 81 inquired. 80. Pm
just back nom voyage in the Alctic Seas.
Bradford, the artist, advised me to 90, and
such an experience! shall be OFT in a week or
two for the West Indies-don't like New
York winters. You'll lind this quite amusing.
may not be able to stay through the whole.
as have to see " endell Philips this after.
noon" The bell tinkaed, the curtain rose.
and SO suppose did my cosmopolitan CONT
panion, for when l turned to speak to her,
she had disappeared n b sa-tI .-.15-,'7