The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-03-26

Love Conquests Among the Kings
and Princes-Traired to Woman's
Ways-His Romantic Career, Mar
rage and Death.
From the New York Press.
Nearly forty years ago a child entered
the old French market of New Orleans. He
was poorly dressed and carried q little tin
pail in his hand. Nevertheless as he thread
ed his way through the picturesque tErong,
the purchasers at the stalls ceased their
merry clash for moment only to break
forth in shrill and soft murmurS and ex-
CARNATIONS of surprise. Cakes and sweet
meats were thrust into his hands and pock-
cts, the aunties of Africa vying with ladies
in Paris bonnets in their attentions and
caresses.
The boy calmly accepted the goodies and
the adulations as king might gifts through
an ambassador. Finally he edged his way
to certain corner where stood a stall de-
voted to shell fish. The presiding goddess
was magnificent study in black and white.
Her smile was so generous it nearly made
an island of the top of her crimply head as
the little customer approached with a
3 a
fully delayed him by calling his attention
to the prismatic beauties of some gigantic
oyster shells. As the child stood there an
artist from the North made a rough sketch
of him, and il the ready pencil had held
color as well as shape, you would have seen
something like this
A boy of z, with a figure the Greeks
would have worshiped. Harmonious in
its proportions, perfect in its outlines. The
clearly cut limbs and the 1.-THE body, with
out one ounce of super1uous flesh. Hands
and feet alike bare, small, beautifully
formed, and, like the dainty ears, those of a
thoroughbred.
The childs features were not classic, but
they had a certain regularity and fineneSS
that, combined with superb coloring, dis
armed criticism. Spanish creole was
sta nped upon his face in the warm olive
skin, the large, long black eyes, fringed
with heavy lashes, that almost touched the
rose of his cheek and the lustrous hair
that fell in big black curls over his round
neck.
Well, the pail was filled with oysters at
last. The artist shut his book, the crowd
parted and the boy passed out swiftly as
one who was already late. He was nearly
home when boy, bigger and older than
himself, bounced through an open door
way, roughly logged his pail from his
hand, and then with derisive laugh ran
cred for a moment. Then he drew himself
together as does young panther preparing
to spring, and founded forward in long,
light leaps that soon brought him up with
his aSsailant. They clinched and rolled in the
dust. The child said nothing, but chung with
his slender fingers to the others throat, while
he tried to kick with his feet and bite with
his white teeth.
1t was an uneven match, and brute
strength got the best of it. A few minutes
later. with dropping head and clinched
fists, the child returned to his pail. He
looked at it and the scattered oysters with
an expression absolutely tragic. From the
oyster STALL through the oyster catastrophe
and the pltiful fit of rage, a man had been
watching the chlld-a man with Shrewd,
intelligent face, kind eye and a decided
mien.' Now he came up, raised the little
fellow in his arms and held him, in spite of
a shower of infantile blows, until he would
speak.
"What is your name and where do you
live?' asked the stranger.
my name is Omar Kingsly and / live
with my mother right thereP' answered the
boy in pretty patois, and pointing to a
narrow passage lined with low cottages that
would have been sQualid without the tropi-
cal growth of vine and flower that sheltered
them.
every well, y said the man. Take me to
your mother and you shall have new pail
ful of fresh oysters"
Omar looked searchingly at the face of
his new acquaintance. 1t inspired conf
dence, and without more ado he led the
way to his home. The mother stood in the
doorway, on the outlook for her truant son.
She was widow, and very poor. She
had been beautiful and lost her beauty, and
with her beauty fed her temper and
her patience. Life had been one inces-
oIf haTC ,JNr
she saw Omar coming with his tin pail
her temper rose, but there was a stranger
following him, and she controlled herself.
The stranger introduced himself as
Spencer .. Stokes The name sounded
harsh in the land of soft syuables, but
Mrs. Kingsly knew it as that of a famous
circus manager, for what is dearer to the
Spanish heart than circus, unless it be
bull fighta
An hour later Mr.. Stokes left smiling,
with the inward conviction that his for
tune was made-and the widows Her
eyes glittered henceforth want would
keep away from her door. Still when she
looked at her only son strange expression
fitted over her face. Was it a pang of re-
morse
1t would be impolite to say that Mrs.
King.ly sold her flesh and blood. AS mat
ter of fact she apprenticed him until the age
of Fl to Mr.. Stokes and in doing so gave
an opportunity for one of the strangest ex-
pertinent ever made in the social history of
people.
Mr.. Stokes vas an enthusiast in his bust
ness. When he was 10 years old he ran
away from comfortable home to join a
circus He had been his own apprentice,
and practiced the equestrian art on the
farm pillow horses and in jumping through
suspended barrel hoops. For five years he
rode in the arena with success, and at the
early age of II became manager for Stick
ney. From that time until 1647 he Travelled
through the country, transporting his COM
panies for the most part in his own steam
boats. His skill in breaking and training
horses was of the greatest service to him,
and ultimately led him to attempt the train
ing of the riders
A circus manager dealing with eques-
triennes is at the same disadvantage an
impresario suffers from his prime dome.
Their whims, their love affairs, the caprices
of relatives and the sudden assertions OF
the sawdust ring for that of matrlmony
made their engagements full of risk and
annoyances Therefore Mr.. Stokes made
the bold resolve to create "a lady rider"
whose sex would put him to no inconven-
fence. To get the proper raw material was
the question. When Mr. Stokes saw little
Omar in the French market it was practi-
cally answered.
A few weeks later Mr.. STOKES appeared at