Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1877-10-20


Railroad Scene I'm Holland.
To our left are fiat downs, barren and
Patchy; to our right, the country really undu-
lating into SLOPES, perfectly clothed in rich
gorse and heather. Far as the eye can reach
all is green, purple, ana golden. In the dis
lance one solitary white house m eets the eye,
undsputed monarch of all it surveys. Here
and there sheep browse upon the hea,hery
plain. One wonders whether at SHUTDOWN
these sheep find their way oy instinct TO their
own pens, or are allowed to rove about on the
moors at will-like those sheep in the biped
world who are not considered white. The
gOrse, standing out in SO rich contrast w tn
the green and the purple, occasionally rises
TO the dignity of immense bushes. Upon q
long stretch of flat plain, across there, some
cavalry from Amersfoort are exercising All
this passes, and we come to thick pianta-
tiOns of oak trees, frs and stiff, gloQmy-iook-
ing pines. The train stops at AmersfoOri. A
quaint and curious old place, as "A fellow
traveller observes. Certainly the won
shaped summit, is in itself promise
OF many good things that might be dis
closed If the intervening trees We're only
cut down. One longs TO get out and make
more intimate acquaintance with this ven
cradle edihce; grave and ancient save in its
crown summit and gilded weather cock. Toe
latter points, alas, TO southwest, and fOretells
rain. The clouds, indeed are gathering depth
and approaching the earth. Our 20 minutes
halt has changed the bright sunshine into
gloom. 80; projections from that tower.
not, appear to be sending forth doom upon
the world. Off we go again. Toward the
town, small flock of people, who have just
left the train, are vending their way, in
Guiding three priests with long robes and
Camp like umbrellas and tall hats. Another
halt before We have got many yards, to take
up late passenger running round the corner
in breathless excitement They are not par
ueular about here, and Obligingly wait five
minutes on occasion for an approaching in
d1viduali or when they have started will put
back again to admit him. We have halted
in front of garden of sunfiowers, their faces
turned southwark and upward, announc.
passed Its meridian. OF again, this time
with q fair start, and the tower looms
out grandly in the distance. The sur
rounding country changes its aspect, and
is broken up into fields and hedges,
while sheaves of grain give promise that
presently the plOw will be briskly at work
mense plantations of oak trees, which again
yield to pastures and the inevitable black
apd-white cows. Now fields of cabbages,
orchards with fruit-laten trees, a tower
cleaving the gray sky, a few struggling cot
tages with their red tiled roofs, and the train
stops at Nykerk Ii runs beyond the station,
and buxom young lady, VITA a handbook
Is lifted down quite precipltOus height,
amid much laughter and blushing, by the
guard and station master, the latter resplend-
ent in red cap aud gold band. But, like
the day, he has passed his meridian while
the guard is young, active and we'll shaped;
and somehow The buXOm young lady con-
trives to catch her foot in That Troublesome
dress of hers, and would fall heavily to the
ground but that she falls far more lightly and
gracefully into the arms of the least reluctant
guard in the world. She bushes still more
wildly and makes host of ap 10
gies; but the guard, whose face reflects
her own rosy hue, is evidently wonder
reg nov tive me- cam anase TO ask her to
naming the young lady disappears with her
dimples, and bushes, and bandbox amt the
train moves on. A few minutes OF rapid
movement, and an old woman comes out of
signal box with a long stick or flag, to in
dictate that the line is clear. She is a q ,aint,
picturesque object, with her short blue petit
coats, her red kerchief crossed over the
shoulders, and her low mushroom hat. Fic
turesQue, to the unfamiliar travellers eye a.
any rate. To the guard, who is leaning out
full of maiden beauty In all her spring fresh
ness, TO which he has just been treated, the
old woman probably suggests no other idea
corresponding emotions. Only another proof
that time waits for no man. That old woman
has had her day; and in that day those still
pleasant and well-c though withered fea-
lures awoke sensations in some fair youths
breast as glowing as any inspired by our
vanished heroine.-lIhe Argosy
A WEDDING SPOILED-The first social
circles in Quebec are cOnvulsed by an unfor-
tunate affair which assumes publicity aud
MAGNITUDE M on account OF the high standing
full particulars at first-hand. Mr.. Frederick
Gauthier, son of the former consul general
OF France at Quebec, and aide de camp to
Lieutenant Gov ernOr Leteller, of that prov
ince, was 70 have been married yesterday to
Mile ClOthilde Laugevin, a wealthy heiress,
niece OF Archbishop Langevin, and of Hon.
The preparations were complete, and the
family Of the to be bridegroom arrived from
France on Sunday to be present at the cere-
mOny. On Monday there appeared suddenly
upon the scene Mr.. Almond, an extensive
lumberman Of Ottawa, with letters aud gifts
to his daughter from NJ. Gauthier, giving un-
gay LothariO had been indulging simultane-
Ously in two serious dfs.ires de csu. Tnis
evidence was presented 10 the parties most
interested. The mother of the expectant
better accordance, went into dead faint. 1t
is needless to say that the wedding did not
come Of, and that NJ. Gauthier was left to
sadly reflect upon the falsity of the some
what backneyed adage, "a bird in the hand
Is worth two in the BUSH The deaOten,eat
LIS anxiously awaited. The bridegroom's
matte talent, and it Is rumored in Montreal,
whence went two bridesmaids last Satur.
dayn that the marriage will eventually be
Boston Journal.
GoRTscHAKoEF's PASSION FOR FEMALE
SoCIETY-Old Prince Gortschakoff is not
particularly edifying spectacle, and does not
give the stranger high idea OF dignity. In
his black coat and stifiiy starched white
and expressiOnless eyes, which put one In
mind OF Levers comparison OF q "a sick
Goldfish or an oyster with the measles he
realizes pretty. well the traditional type OF
the high comedy statesman. But IL there is
woman present, the metamOrphosis is as
sudden as II is complete; his features light
up, and the dull, nsh- like glare gives place
to an Ogle worthy of a bagman in the society
OF q baimaid In some English provincial tap
room. The Prince fairly worships woman
kind, whether she be Duchess or cocote he
cares little, but is 1t from simple alteration of
the sex or because its membe are skillful
If sometimes unconscious spies, is not Ger
tain, although we do know that he keeps up
regular correspondence with q phalanx OF
pretty women, cieverly disseminated in the
fashionable drawing rooms of Paris, v Jenna,
Londen, and Berlin. Some OF his enemies
reprOach him for the oceans Of CliQuOt
quafied In company with some of the Prin-
cesses OF the Bucharest stage, but may his
orgies not have been rather prompted by his
wish to drown dull care and shut out for the
moment bis poignant regrets at the massa-
ores OF Bulgaria and the butcheries of Plevna.
and all the other horrors of this war, TO
which he has always been so persistent an
adversary?-( Bucharea Cor. NJ r. Times.
How Is THIs?-Is this foreign country?