Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1885-09-24

lated into all manner of radiant hues.
There was little streamlet. crossed by
little elliptical bridge. and. upon my
word, there were three pig-tailed Chi
namen crossing that bridge, looking
for all the world like the celebrated
brothers of the willow pattern plate,
and there were the willows themselves.
and a boat. and a pagoda painted bright
red. with little bells pendant from the
caves, and birds of rare plumage were
circling in the sky. The place. they
told me. contained a Chinese temple.
with tea-house. and the residence of
wealthy Chinese merchant. John
Chinaman does well at Honolulu. A
large consignment of Japanese had
also arrived the day prior to our land
ing. The sJaps" were under engage
ment to labor in the sugar plantation.
They had been inspected by the King,
and assured by his Majesty of consider
ate and equitable treatment But speed
lily more kaleidoscope fragments
of pictures fitted across my field
of vision. A group of Cath
Ollie Sisters of Charity in their
wide-sleeved robes and white wimples
and Primers beneath their snowy wells.
and with their sweet, smiling, rosy
faces. Yes; rosy, even beneath the tor
rid sun. Then knots, groups of native
children. their compilations apparently
heightened either with Cadbury's es-
sence or with Epp's cocoa-black-
polled, black, shining, bead ike-eyed
urchins, male and female, with little
formly in single garment-a bedgown
of white and colored calico and moth
ing else. A most sensible and suitable
garment for this climate-as mighty
convanient" as were Mr.. Brian
O'Linn's neither garments of sheapskin,
of which he turned the woody side out
ward in summer, and inward in winter.
The Russian naoujik, as you well know,
act in precisely the same manner with
his sheepskin gaberdene, or tout0upe.
Native women too. their headgear
huge cabbage-tree hats, passed us on
horseback. they riding astride as the
Turkish and Egyptian women do; and
then more children, scampering out OF
school and chattering very harmo-
niously in a language which to my ears
seemed to be nearly all vowels, with
just consonant here and there to
keep the weaker vessels of sound in
order. And so we came at last to
beautiful bungalows fishing villa,
was told, with landing stage jut-
ting out into the blue sea. And here
we found ladies and gentlemen, an
| elegant collation., Heidseck's Dry
Monopole-or was it Pommery and
Greno?-in ''spuming chalices."
There, too. we found not only hearty
welcome but polite conversation-the
society small talk of London and Paris.
! of New York and Washington and San
Francisco. The Lady's Gazette of
Fashion was lying on one table. the
Girls OsOn Paper on another. I
rubbed, for a moment, the eyes of
my mind and wondered for moment
where was. Have you not OCCASION
ally fallen into similar condition of
temporary uncertainty, wandering on
the face of the earth? Society"
the whole world over has grown to be
so much alike. Rub the eyes of your
mind. Where the deuce are your
Sometimes you see in a splendid saloon
buttoned to the throat, and with a
scarlet fez worn at the back of his
head. You are in society" at Pera of
Constantinople. Again. your neighbor
at dinner is a charming lady. who
speaks French with much more purity
than many Parisiennes do. and who is
talking enthusiastically about Patti and
Nilsson, Sardou and Sarah Bernhardt.
But the gentlemen present are mainly
in military uniform, and wear large
epaulettes of loose bullion. You are
dining out in society at st. Petersburg.
Again you are at dinner. The ices and
the coffee are of exquisite quality. You
are at Vienna. Somebody is smoking
a papelito between the courses. You
are at Madrid. AS you pass the din
ing-room to the drawingroom, you
espy shovel-hat or SO on the table in
the vestibule,. and among the male
guests there may be some old gentle
men in red stockings and some younger
gentlemen in purple hose. You are at
Rome. AS l continue to rub the eyes
of my mind in the great drawing-room
of the bungalow far away, my eye sud-
denly lights on the oldest lady's bou-
dour that have ever yet beheld. 1t is
a room within a room-a dainty little
boudouir containing a cabinet piano.
rocking chair, work table, plenti-
tude of shrubs and flowers and pretty
brio -brac; but the walls and the cell
ings of this room within a room are
seemingly of the finest wire gauze.
The dainty boudoir reminds me for an
instant of kind of glorified meat
safe. But then l remember that the
translucent walls and ceiling of the
dainty boudoir are intended to keep
out the mosquitoes. and that l am at
Honolulu, in the Sandwich Islands.
Aloha.-G. 4. Sala, IN London Iele-
graph.