The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1889-06-15

how do honor thee" But the mean old
curmudgeon is dead, and score of his
poor relations who were starving in his life
are now made rich by his meanness. lam
not naturally Yindictive, but 1 hope If this
miserable old sinner ever applies to St.
Peter for admission through the Golden
Gates, that he will charge him a fortune
for unlocking the door, and a good round
sum for the use of the key.
what's the matter with Lily LaHgtry? 1?
The other day portion of he wardrobe
and the scenery of several of the pieces that
she has been playing were sold at auction,
and the collection that had cost my lady
several thousand good American dollars -
went for a few paltry hundreds; and when
the expense of advertising the sale, the
auctioneer's fees, and the rent of the Grand
Opera House are taken therefrom, what is
left will hardly keep her ladyship in French
kid slippers from now till tue holidays.
What's the matter with the dudes who
crowded the boxes when the Lily first
appeared appeared among su where are all
the old bald headed sinners who lined the
first five rows of the parqnette, and threw
bouqets the size of cabbages over the heads
of the orchestra, in the middle of which
were concealed precious billet doux declar-
ing eternal devotion and undying love? My,
my, my! What volume those little tell
tale souvenirs would make. Does the Lily
preserve them? If she does, they haye
heavy commercial value, and If in the
mutations of fortune, her wealth should be
swept away, she might make ten strike
on volume that would throw the menu
ories of Madam Recamier completely in the
shade. But find myself wandering away
from the main subject, and that is, where
were all these crazy lovers on Wednesday
last? / did not see one of them. There
was no romance, no sentiment about them
not a bit-they did not care fig whether
the things belonged to Lilly Langtry or
Betty Martin The main question was, can
/ get my money out of them? and If they
felt that they could not, they dropped it
like a hot potato. 1t was funny sale all
througu. The auctioneer was one of the
most aristocratic in New York, man who
is never employed except at first class
sales; his name alone was tower of
strength, which gave the sale in advance
the assurance of success. He knows { e
Bible from Genesis to Revelations. He
can quote Shakespeare from the Ely leaf
to Finis." He is a perfect encyclopedia of
ancient and modern art. and a revelation
on all sorts of universal values. He started
off with flourish Of trumpets that would
have carried an ordinary audience off their
legs, bat 1t had no more influence on that
crowd than stove pipe For they had
all been there before many tinle," and
they knew how IL was themselves. Now,
ladies and gentlemen, said the auctioneer:
l am here 10 offer you the dresses and
properties of one of the greatest actresses
and the loYeliest women of ancient or
modern time. 1t Is not necessary for me
to expatiate on her splendid talents or her
wondrous beauty; the world has done
homage TO bo b; no such opportunity can
ever occur again to secure a precious
souvenir of the loveliest and most talented
of her sex. and first. offer you the pro-
perties of I'm a Looking Glass;" Mrs.
LangtrY's most pronounced success; these
as you are aware were all made TO order
and cost several Thousand dollars, and now,
ladies and gentlemen, what shall | have?
For moment there was dead silence.
aud then little wien faced man in the
corner who looked as if he was fast going
into galloping consumption, squeaked out
seventy five cents If a dynamite bomb
had exploded under the auctioneer's chair,
the shock could not have been greater, and
the bidding slowly advanced by halves and
quarters, till the whole lot was knocked
down for seven dollars and half; and so IT,
continued to the end of the sale; the entire
amount realized being only trife over
five hundred dollars. The Lily has faded
has lost its perfume. The Goddess is
dethroned and finds no worshippers-
Freddy Gebhardt alone exceptad; he re-
mains.
Once a year New York turns out its
police force for inspection, just to show the
people what manner of men are trusted
with the care of the peace and safety Of the
city. No human organization is absolutel.
perfect, and it is not claiming too much
when say that our p9.4-s institution can
be. 1t is possible that some of our blue
coated guardians may take glass of con
traband whiskey or beer while on duty A.,
which they ought not to have taken, and
that yerchance an occasional locust may
fall onl an innocent head, but when meas
ured by any other branch of the public
service, our police loose nothing in COM
parison. The parade on Friday was a
magnificent sight, and Superintendent
Murray as he looked at his men was the
proudest man in the city. Burns, Steers,
Williams and all the great chiefs received
splendid recognition as they parsed, and
every man felt who saw the procession
that the safety of the city was assured as
long as we had such police and such
commanders
BROADBRIM.