Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1888-07-21
BILL NYE AND COL. ROOT.
THEIR ExHllARATNe RIDE IN GEN.
TRIAL PARK.


siewed-Likewise the Prince Of waies.
Arteunas Ward and warr statue-A
Professionally Rescued Lady.
LAST week Col Bill Root, formerly Duke
Of Council Bluffs, paid me visit, and as de-
sired TO show him the park took him to Fifty.
eighth street and hired carriage. engaging
the services of dark eyed historical student
who Is said TO know more about Central Park
than any other man in New York, having
driven through it, as he has, for years.
Col Root and called him governor, and
thereby secured knowledge which could not
be obtained from books Col Root is him
seh no kindergarten sayant, being the author
and discoverer Of a method Of breaking up
sitting hen by first calling her attention away
! from her deep seated passion, tying red
nnnnel rag around her leg and then still
further turning her attention away from her
Wild yearning TO hatch out a litter of
suburban villas by sitting on a white front
door knoa. -
Col Root wanted to see the Mall. He said
that Wyoming, with her sun kissed hills. her
biliowy and moss agate bedecked plains. her
blue skies and luscious beef critters, had no
MAIL There the hungry eye sought vainly
for one. because, with all her blessings, Wyo-
ming Is still malless. The driver showed it
20 as; also Wards Shakespeare Col. Root
said that was just the way things went when
man died II suppose said he, s'that
Yards other stasuary and wax figures went
that same way. No two of 'em left together,
0fse OF EN- here in the brush and another in
jericho. very likely. Everybody tried to
chisel old Shakespeare as soon as be died
specially the sculptors, and now that A
Ward is dead they've got his statuary ont
here for the sparrows TO roost on, while his
poor mother is up there in Maine without a
statue In the house,
Yes, said the driver. stroking the under
ede Of bis nose thoughtfully with his sleeve.
Il ssll you it's toughn
The driver ALSO called cur attention to the
very tired English oak planted at the forks
Df the road twenty-five years ago by the
Prince OF Wales
Can you tell me, governor" inquired Col.
Root, 'how in Sam Hill the people in Eng
land ever came to pick out Wales for a
princef Blamed il l en- figure it out.
Hladsfone would have made nuffsite better
prince, according to my notion; SO would old
John Brown, or the Duke of Maribro. Still.
suppose that Wales had a way OF working
the press and getting into society that made
---<4t Sesitu Win Tue
~Yes. that was it, said. the governor. as
he ate Glove and put out the eye Of seven
ty-1iye dollar greyhound with the cracker of
his whip. wales has catched on better
somehow than airy prince ever have saw.
Il the queen was to die today they tell me
that Wales would be nominated by acclama-
ton, no matter how his health is. There
never was prince before that was able to
hold the place so long as Wales has"
Then we visited Cleopatra's Needle.
~And who in creation was CleopatraYa
aGksd Col Root
Cleopatra was good looking queen of
Egypt She was eighteen years old when her
father left the throne, as it was screwed |
down TO the dais, and died. He left the king |
dom to Cleopatra, in partnership with |
ffolemy, her brother. Ptolemy, in 81 B. c., |
deprived her of the throne, leaving Cleopatra |
nothing bat the tidy. She appealed to Julius |
Cesar, who hired a man to embalm Ptolemy, |
and restored Egypt TO his sister, who was as |
likely q girl as Julius had ever met up with |
She accompanied him TO Rome in 40 B. c. |
3d. remained there a couple of years in the |
capacity Of a sister. When Caesar was assas-
sinated by delegation of Roman tax-
payers who desired q chsnge, Cleo
patra went back and began TO reign |
over Egypt again. She also attracted |
the attention Of Antony He thought so |
much of her that be would frequently stay at
home from battle and deny himself the /
joys of being split open with a dali stab
knife In order to stay around home and hold
Cleopatras hand. and, said that it had to be
sn oil fired good battle that could make him
put on his iron ulster and fight all day on the
nala-y be was getting. She pizened her.
seh thirty years B. c. at the age Of 80
years rather than ride around Rome in
gingham dress as the captive Of Augustus.
She died right in haying time. and Augustus
said he'd ruther of lost the best horse in
Rome. This is her needle. 1t was brought
70 New York mostly by water, and looks
vel hero in the park She was said to be as
likely aqueen as ever jerked a scepter over
Egypt or any other place. Everybody that
saw her reign said that the country never
had magneticker queen.
A. we rode swiftly along, the slight,
kiriish figure of a middle aged woman
a;ght have been seen striving hurriedly
% cross the driveway. She screamed
and beckoned to a park policeman, who
rushed leisrrely in and caught her by the
arm. rs<cuing her from the cruel feet
cs cur mad chargers, and then led her to q
IL |
the lady had been injured, be came up to the
sside Of the carriage and whispered to me
behind his hand: THAT woman i have
rescued between thirty and forty times this
year, and it is only early in July Every
pleasant day she comes here to be rescued.
One day, when business was little dull and
we didn't have any teams on the drive and
time seemed to hang heavy on her hands, she
told me her sad history. When she was
eighteen years of age, she had been disap-
pointed in love and prevented from marry
ing her hearts choice owing to the fact that
the idea of their unioh did not occur to him-
He was not, in fact, a union man.
Time passed ON. One day she came to town
20 do some trading She priced $50 worth
of goods and was just crossing Broadway to
price some more when the gay equipage Of q
wealthy humorist, with silver CHAINS on the
neck yoke and foam hecks acrost the bosom
o< the nigh hoss, came plunging down the
street
ssThe red nostrils of the spirited brutes were
above her Their hot breath scorched the
back of her neck and swayed the red flannel
pompon on her bonnet. Every one on Broad
way held his breath, with the exception of
man ON the front stoop of the Astor House, |
whose breath had got beyond his control
aJust then strong, brave policeman
rushed in and knocked down both horses and
the driver, together with his salary. He
caught the woman up as though she had
been no more than feathers weight He
bore her away to the postoflice pavement,
where it is still the custom to carry people
who are run over and mangled He then
sought to rut her down, but she chung about
his neck like the old party who got acquainted
with Sinbad the Sailor, though Of course in
, different manner. 1t took quite while to
s1nke her OF The next day she came back
and vrss almost killed at the same crossing !