The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1889-03-17

sent Tor the absent Wilc w ''"'' -
left the inland German town, but sn'
never reached America, nor conld any
trace OF her from the time she corded hel
boxes and said goodbye TO the village
folk, be found. The father studied lh'
newspapers, tramped from city 10 cry
died Of a broken heart. The crippled
daughter dresses the preitiest dolls tha'
ricn peoples children play with. Sh'
has supported herself by so doing fol
i've years. She Is a doll artist, and seems
to have a peculiar genius for turning ou'
pretty babies. She Is laying by Il tidy
surplus, snd-well, that Harrison dolly
Ii is big and brown haired. She Is put
ting a Josephine gown on IL. copied very
accurately from the original The dress
Is OF water-green silk, embroidered With
the Bonapariist flower, the white violet
and It has all the modern accomplish
menis al walking and talking babies.
believe 81 IS 80 have Il connemarTa cl0ak
aud a hat with plumes. She will send il
10 Washington next week, probably.
CuERlsHED HEIRLOOM.
In an old French household in New
York there is q carefully cherished heir.
loom. 1t is a slipper worn by Marie
AntOinotie in the last days before the
French Revolution. Ii vas one Of the
few prescious relics in the baggage Of d
court lady who fled with her husband,
when the storm broke, to Louisiana. she
left The tiny, faded blue foot-coyering TO
her daughter, with the injunction that Fl
SHOULD 20 down in the family, and al
WAYS 10 the eldest daughter If she never
allowed herself TO have cOfns II is q
pretty clipper, and, kept in the jewel
case Of dainty FrenchwOman after
FrenchwOman, it Is perfectly preserved.
For two generations the family have
been New Yorkers, not at all %well-tO-dO,
INT mindful of ancient traditions. Get
the entree OF the very dingy house in a
very dingy street, and a bright.cyod,
biack- haired little woman she gives
music le~ssOns-will seat you under q
photograph Of Geromo's picture, Ma
poleon Questioning the sphinx, and
fslk 10 YOU of art endlessly. Ask 90 see
The family treasure and it will be brought
out r%eyerently. II must be about q
number two in length, but II is very mar
row and very high heeled Tie material
"a a brocaded blue satin, lined with soft,
white silk. The sole IL a coarse grained
leather. and there are three satin straps
over the instep. Fastened with a paste
buckie. The toe is rather pointed, aud Is
embroidered with silver thread. ihe
edges are bound with silver braid.
As to the condition restricting its In
horitance, it has always been regarded
strictly, they say. The women OF The
house have taken wonderful care OF their
feet, that they might be worthy TO Inherit
the slipper Of the unhappy Queen. For
A hundred years there has hot been a
oinching shoe worn IN the family. There
are two daughters growing mp now To
claim the relic, aud both Of them have
feet ms perfect in shape rs infants, the
family tradition having accustomed them
10 such frequent bathing and constant
attention 10 their carefully shod pink
toes.
STEVE ERODE, THE BRIDGE JUMPER.
4 striking product Of that exceedingly
lively locality known in New York as
tbe Fourth ward. is Steve Brodie, the
bridge Jumper. Steve IS a man Of me
dunn height, dark complexion and dark
ewes. between which is a nOse neither
Greclan nor Roman-a typical Celtic
saxon nose. The eyes are deep-sei, and
twinkle lie those OF a ferret with spccu.
laiion. His Jaw is square and strong,
indicating resolution and feckleesness.
de has "A nervous temperament, and l.
never quiet. Here, there, and every
where. Steve is always on the move,
even in the narrow confines Of his bar
room OF the Bowery. A pretty tough
place' The usual collection Of stimulanis
m bottles Is ranged in front OF the Gus
tomarv mirror, but the chief attraction
behind ;he bar is pretty and plump Mrs.
Brodie, No. ,. She can mix a cocktail
or slide a glass OF beer down the counter,
and smile as sweetlv as a cigarette girl
in a tobacconist's window, aud although
some turbulent characters drop in 10
sample Steve's liquids, not one OF them
forgets that he is 3 gentleman when
St-ye's partner in petlicoats serves the
refreshments.
Steve Brodie dates his start in life
from his famous Jump of the Brooklyn
bridge. After making It, lie secured an
engagement with Il dime museum
manager at a salary Of $3.50 a week, for
ten weeks. Then he jumped a show,
and did the tank act tor 500 a week
But the money he earned did him no
rood. for, rs be stys, he blew it ali in.
His next lump was from the Cincin
natl bridge on a wager Of 81 600, on May
g.. 1887. In the morning OF The same dag
sn unknown man Jumped from the
bridge and was killed IN detailing this
feat. Sieve saws. when ! leftlhe hOtel
( drank a pint Of clear whisky to steady
my nerves, and when ! got 10 the bridge
/ drank nearly another pint. But ! was
20 much excited that II didn't effect me
At all. When | stood on the rail ready to
lump. ! looked down and saw the body
Of the dead man tiei to The dock. W hen
hey took me out OF the water after the
lamp. / was stupid drunk The man who
Jumped before me bad split his back open
lust "a if it had been done with a
butchers cleayer.'
Steve's next daring adventure was
aoating down the Hudson river in a
rubber suit. His last jump was made
from the P0ughkCepsie bridge on NOyem-
Der 9, 1855, when he broke three ribs and
Dearly lost bis life.
When asked what were the feelings Of
a bridge jumper Sieve replied. "A good
many things goes through your mind
mighty quick when you are standing
with the water under you and
the sky above you. While you'd be
winking your eye three times ye'll see
yourself in u colin, and all your friends
around you. The biggest thoughts
YOU over had II come 80 you then. But
that's only for a second, then You are
going through the air. An awful feel.
ing Of faintness comes over you before
rOu strike the wafer, as if all your
strength was gone and you were limp
like q disb-rRg. But when you strike
the water Its Just like an e%lectIict
shock. A million pins and needles seem TO
be slicken in every part of your body
Then all that feeling goes away as
as quick as ii came, and you feel yourself
going down, down, down, Till you think
the bottom ha, dropped out Of the watei.
And when you're coming up, it seems a
thousand years before your head comes
into the sunlight"