New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-04-02
Marsh. causing a renewed roar of laughter at

an Emperor OF Rome. lie bears q BAD reputation
In history, but history is mistaken
Appius Claudus built the Appian way and
the town near Rome called Appia Forum, where
st. Paul. when he stopped and saw three taverns
thanked God and took courage. Much laughter.)
Oh, yesl It's in the Acts'
A MONUMENT TO ANNE HUTCHINSON.
Anne Hutchinson and her daughter are great
favorites with Mr. Marsh, who is going-to erect
a monument to Anne at Pelham He showed
their pictures and told how the Indians had put
mother and daughter to death. They told me
about 1t themselves; so it must be true he
said. "and here is the Indian who killed theml"
The biggest laugh yet laughed greeted this por-
trait IL was in black and white and portrayed
the head Of an Indian so horrid to look upon that
IL crossed the borders Of TIE rcpulslyc and was
caricature So that there might be no mistake
the bottom of the picture thus Wampage,
alias Ann Hook"
rs it q RaphaeI9' shouted a scofrcr;. -
"NO l don't know whose it Is 1t Is BY
some friend OF yours, L guess" returned Mr..
Marsh little savagely.
The climax OF absurdity was reached when The
figure of a woman, apparently thirty years old;
was exhibited as picture OF the elder sister OF
Mr. Marsh's wife, who died seyenty-six ytars ago
at the age Of six years. Even the faithful
screamed az this.
What age was she p
six She's grown up since she died.
"What age, sir, did you say?' yelled another
Six What's the matter?'
"Oh, nothing. You're all rght!'
Oh! l thought had said or done something
to make myself ridiculOusl Welll"
SHOUTS FOR MADAME DIss DEBAR
And so he ran on, and would probably have
shown every OF the sevcnty-fve or eighty pict-
ures if his attention had not been diverted by
some one asking him if the medium couldn't come
out and give test.
Help Shall ] stop this performance and in
troducc Madame Dis Debar?"
"No go onl" cried the spritists, spiritualists
and mystics.
"Yes Dis De Bar! We want to see Madame
Diss Debar!' shouted the doubters.
Waving a pacfying hand over the turbulence
Mr. Marsh, somewhat sharply asked:
Is this your funeral or is 1t mine Z?
"Yoursl' y said wag in the back. Lights up
Give us more light! Let's see Madame| yeled
nearly everybody else.
There was a 1utter in the ante-room, and the
turning up of the lights gave glimpse OF siaaane
Diss DE Bar in earnest and agltated conference
with the elder and younger Lawrence A police
man showed himself in the doorway, ana ms com,
radcs throughout the hall braccd up ana sraSped
their clubs firmly. r,,
Well said Mr. Marsh, desperately guess I'll
have to bring on the woman with twelve mothers"
At this cue the medium malestlcally stepped upon
the stage and glanced around with an eye Oh wiun- @
erng scOrn. But nobody wlthercd. lhey even
laughed II struck them as funny that medium
should weigh much, and when Mr. MaIsh intro-
duccd her as Madame Dis De Bar. =, II shes
fraud. She's big one" they laughed all the more
Mr. Marsh said gently to the gifted fponderous
woman that a gentleman wanted to ask her
question Thank you am equal to the emer-
gency!' was the stately response .o.., and
More than one voice demanded teso uhu
asked " how it was doneP
If the gentleman will demonstrate to me-"
said Anne O'Delia Editha H. Dss Debar ~,
chemical process whereby the rose is painted, Ill
demonstrate my power! My reputation does not
rest upon the assertion Of Luther r. Marsh, gentle
men and ladies. I'm not ashamed to tell my Ire;
I can't get away from il. / am thirty-eight, and
| believe | earned my living many years before
/ had the honor of his acquaintance" .'Cheers
and laughter)
Is" Is it possible for you to give manifestation stat,
here this EVENING"" asked man in the middle OF
the hall
mol"
"Why?'
"Have l advertised to come here tonight to
produce my phenomena Not at all!
Madame then gave full rein to her tongue and
stood grandiloquently scOlding for nearly ten
minutes. She deied any one to detect her In
trickery. and added: L" When Honorable Luther
II. Marsh threw himself into the arena for my de-
fence, | thought he was hurting lew Oh the
editor and not the mnlons OF the press!
The scathing scorn with which this was ut
tered is almost beyond description: 1t should have
made the reporters hair curl but it only brought
down the house"
HOT WORDS WITH REPORTER
This increased the rage of Madame, who ramped
by name one OF the reporters, whom she charged
with visiting her at Mr.. Marsh's, or rather her
house, and calling her " thief and bloody
fraud"
Fortunately, everybody was by this time in ex-
ceedingly good humor, or there might have been
trouble. As it was, the reporter who had already
been one of those who had asked for test, jumped
un in his place at the reporters table ana re-
marked: :" You're o Ear madam"
You're no gentlemanl" the retort, and
with wild flow OF lurid elOquence the
fair Diss Dollar said she would let
J. Scaver Page or any other Page or anybody
else, come to her and be convinced, but sittlngs
would cost sceptics from $3.50 to $4,000.
Now then, there any, more questlOns.
But don't 20 into metaphysical questions, unless
YOU propose to hire the hall till tomorrow night"
She snapped out. ,,os
tions" said poor Mr. Marsh nervously:
Then, ladies and gentlemen, thanking you LOT
the kind attention paid to Mr. Marsh, respect,
fully remain open to public investigation| SAID
Madame Dss Debar.
A few of her admirers checred; and lots OF
people who weren't admirers ironically shouted
Hooraylr Then the faithful went to heal the
poor womans lacerated feelings, and the un1e-
levers swarmed out, still uncOnyinced that the
old masters are yet at work, but feeling certain
that they had been having high old time