Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1878-07-14
HIGH JENKS BEFORE THE POT
TER COMMITTEE.
Ways and Means of the Famous
Woman Witness.

Woman Witness.
Washington Letter to Cincinnati Commercial. !
Mrs. jerks was seated midway the table
facing the outer door. She had her ell
bows on the table. but was hourishing her
small, white, ungloved hands in graceful
motions, to emphasize her words. First
her outstretched finger would point at
Springer, as though about to peek his
eyes out, then it would curl itself back
with the other soft digits, and be laid
gently against her peachy check. Next it
would fly rom its resting place and tap
the table excitedly, then would repent, and
twinc in company with the other three
around the handle Of a large black fan,
which had deeply feathered but some
what ra eyed edge. Her hands are pretty.
She wears no rings, except a black circle,
such as the boys used to cut from gutta-
perchA button, upon her little finger. She
had ON immaculate cuffs and collar
rather the worse for perspiration. Her
dress was Of gray, and would have been u
jauniy walking suit, but for the lace shawl
that she had draped in a theatrical style
about her shoulders. Her complexion is
fair, face long, mouth very small, nose
'Grecian her hair blonde, worn in
coil; she had no frizzes, aud
the style Of coiffnre, with turban hat, too
small and set like u crown upon her fore
head, gave her bold-faced look. Her
eyes are the most wonderful eyes that were
ever in tue head Of a political adventuror,
male or female, They are large, blue as
turquoise dark-lashcd, and have glitter
in them almost phosphorescent. Her eye
brows are dark sharply arched, but short
in their curve, and the mouth being SO
small gives the appearance Of the features,
handsome each ono in itself. having been
huddled toge ther in the center OF some
body else's facr altogether too large for
symmetry.
Sharp as a razor, impulent as a street
gamin, bold as a 6rigadicr, cunning as a
fox, Mrs. jerks lnxuriates in this grand
opportunity OF advertising her peculiar
charms mental and physical. She delights
III the notoriety. This is the great event
.of her rather evontful life. Springcr's $
keen black eye she meets by an intense
look out Of her blue ones. Sparring and
fencing go on--the woman the victor.
Then Mcmahon takes up the exanina-
tion. She turns her eyes from Springer
and fixes them on the questioner by her
side. They are all sitting around the table
like dinner party, chairs drawn
close. Mcmahon adopts the fatherly
conversational style. Come hither,
pet, and sit upon my knee. and let me
tell thee how wicked thou has BEEN" is his
ruse. He talks 10 her in an infantile way;
he coaxes; he appears TO say, ''If you'll be
d good girl and tell the truth, will give
You sugar plum; II you don't you'll ge-
= thrashing." She puts on her most fast
cinating manner; bends towards him. lays
her hands on his, reads out of the same
paper from which he is questioning her;
abe plays and coquets and dallies, but re-
fuses to tell what he wants to know, and
then the Chairman asks few questions in
q scared voice, bats his eycs--and subsidies.
At this moment there is q stir at the door,
and General Butler enters. He has rose
bud bouquet, buff Marechal Mel, aud
two half-blown fragrant sweet briers in his
button hole; he is dressed in dark blue,
jaunty and jocular. He slides into the
vacant chair, puts his cigar into his mouth
puffs smoke into the lady's ears, leans back
and looks at her from the smoke wreaths
that envelop them both. The lady strikes
an attitude, lays her cheek against the
oaken back Of the high Office chair half
shuts her eyes, and thus, profile to the au-
dience looks at Ben and Ben leeks at her;
she gets the best Of him as she does d
them all-she looks him out Of counte-
nance--he fidgets and asks abrupt ques-
tions, which she answers leftily, with the
air of duchess.
She says Mr.. Anderson does not write
very good letters, and she is ashamed to
give his correspondence to so fiowery
man ~ General Butler. At this she waves
her hand toward his bouquet, and they all
laugh. She says she has trunk full Of
Andersons letters. she gives Anderson sar-
castle little pricks all the way through, and
there he sits just back Of her--a big, blue
eyed, curly blonde fellow, with bushy
yellow moustsche, and an innocent baby
air. Her husband--a dead beat mate TO
his pal--sits beside Anderson, and she
cracks her conjugal whip-lash Of tongue
over him, and treats him with supreme
contempt; says, with sneer, that she lost
her individuality when she married an
American, but that the captain never sees
her letters, or reads her diary, or, in fact,
questions any Of her acts. Kellogg she
drives her spurs deep into. and prances
him around the ring at o lively rate. Re-
publicans, Democrats. acquaintances, stran-
gers and husband she rules impetuously.
Her charming brogue and good looks, her
loud manner and variety show style, her
mingled sharpness and Stiffness, make her
a most remarkable witness but every man
Is afraid Of her, every woman ashamed Of