The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1880-05-28
Ole BULBS Folly.

Barely veStage remains of the castle
which Ole Bull built twenty y-eight years
ago in Potter county, Pennsylvania, six
miles from New Bergen. when he at
tempted to found a colony of his country
men, and met, as he might have expected,
with most signal failure. He designed
the castle for his permanent home, and
erected it on the summit of mountain,
from which there was a commanding
view. Wishing to revive in the wilder
ness of the new world some memories of
his native land, he spent large sum of
money on his project. Painters and
gilders were taken from the city to en-
belish the structure, one vast room of
The roof was of glass; the walls were
of barbaric splendor; the musician was
to make it memorable with noble con-
certs. Before the castle had been
finished, he opened his purse widely and
labored to remove all causes of trouble,
he was impotent to do so. He learned
about the same time that the title to the
120, 900 acres he had purchased was
worthless. The parties who sold it to
him had no claim to it whatever, and the
legal owner came forward to assert his
rights. Overwhelmed with perplexities,
and bankrupt in fortune, Bull relin-
quished everything, returned hither and
again had recourse to the violin, which
had been to him sort of Aladdin's
lamp. Deprived of its chief, the colony
gradually went to pieces, the colonists
scattering far and wide. Scarcely one of
them can now be found at New Bergen,
which Bull named after his Norwegian
birthplace. Almot, the sole reminder of
his picturesque episode in the village of
Oleana (so-called in his honor) which
clusters around the base of the mountain
capped by the once lordly castle, known
to this day, along with the colonization
scheme, as Ole Bulls folly.
TALES OF THE BERNHARDT.-Two
tories-probably apocryphal-of Mile.
Bernhardt. A gentleman of the audi
ence had one night the exceedingly bad
taste to persistently hiss her. She found
out his address, called at his house, and
had an interview all alone with him.
Then and there she told him it was al
ways her endeavor conscientiously to do
her duty histrionic artist and to
please her public; that she regretted
anything like failure in that duty, and
that she should feel greatly obliged if he
would kindly point out her defects in or
conduct won for her another passionate
admirer. Another day she read in GER
tain Partisan paper the statement that
her hair was false, and that her teeth
were far too good to be genuine. Next
day the dramatic critic was amazed to
behold a lady dash into his room and let
down her hair in his presence. .Pull
it!' she exclaimed, as she placed luxu-
RANT tress in one of his hands. ssIs this
real hair or not" Certainly, GER
tainly," stammered the critic. Catching
hold of his other hand, she opened her
mouth-but happily not to bite-and
made him finger her teeth. ssAre these
false p cried the lady mo, they are
the most beautiful real teeth I ever be-
held in my ife," declared the terrified
victim, who would willingly have sworn
that black was white, if it would have
given his visitor the least satisfaction
Z am Sarah Bernhardt, " proclaimed the
lady, with as much serenity as she could
possibly put into her voice, and the
wretched critic made up his mind for the
worst. He, too, has since become one Of
her most devoted yassals. The Thea ter