Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-03-13
BARONESS DAISY OF FRISCO.
A Gilded Darling Of the Golden Gate I'm
Glover i'm Berlin.

From the San Francisco Examiner,
Genial Max Pepper has received letter from
a friend in Berlin, which conveys some intelli-
gence of interest to a good many people in
San Francisco.
Most people in all grades Of society either
know or have heard of Daisy Newman, the
beautiful demi-mondaine who two or three
years ago cut something of figure in San Fran
cisco, and in her search for dash and notoriety
explored the resources of two continents.
Miss Daisy, according to Mr.. Peppers corre-
spondent abroad, has established herself in
Germany as the wife Of a most distinguished
baron Of the empire, a man Of exalted rank of
stupendous wealth, and of cheek by jowl init
macy with the young emperor. Daisy has her
carriages and horses, with her postillions and
outriders. She is loaded with sealskins and
sables, her fair form is bedecked with blazing
diamonds, her carriage poses at the portals Of
nobility, and even the youthful Wilhelm doffs
his hat to the brilliant young American baron
ess in a more deferential way than he does even
to his mamma or his grandma.
Her new husband, who has invested the fair
Californian with all this splendor, is old and
weaseny and shrivelled, but he adores his treas
ure and swears by all the gnomes in the Black
Forest that the fair goddess from the Occident
shall rank in the brilliance of her surroundings
Daisy Newman, or the new Berlin baroness,
has record full of Romance.
1t was some time in 1852 that Daisy came up
from her humble home in Mayfeld. Her par
ents were poor but reputable people. She tired
of the humdrum life down there and resolved
to broaden her sphere of action. She was
good girl then, but quite conscious of her fatal
gift of beauty and, though but sixteen years
old, had already resolved to coin that gift into
wealth and influence.
She was not ambitious at first. She was even
demu9e and retiring. She had wealth of fair
hair. pair of ox-like eyes, but eyes which
shone with dangerous light, and form that
rivalled Hebe's. The benevolent Capt. Haskell
of the tugboat Relief, into whose family the
embyro Baroness first gained standing as a
nursery maid was SO entranced with the glory
of Daisy's eyes that he secretly formed schemes
to advance her interests.
The captains wife admired his benevolent
spirit, and with him thought it would be q
great thing to do something to elevate Daisy
in the social scale, but, somehow, she concluded
somebody else than the captain had better do
it. At any rate, she found a new nursery maid
Daisy next became a milliners clerk. She
found work for her glorious eyes and her dainty
fingers in the Market street emporium of Mrs.
Clark. She was there several months. when
some difficulty arose between herself and her
employer.
Miss Daisy had by this time begun to see a
little bit of life. She had learned to know
frappe and oysters when she saw them. and had
general idea of what it is like to be out at 2
a m. This Mrs. Clark did not seem to like.
The latter also discovered that good deal of
her valuable ribbon and other milliners' bric-a-
brac was missing and she cast a whitening eve
on the trembling Daisy.
One thing led to another until surreptitious
search was one day made of the fearful Daisy's
trunk. Lo! there were ribbons galore and ma
terials enough to stock an Eastern opening
al pf W zad har
erty.
A warrant was issued and the fearful Daisy
was arrested and charged in Judge Sawyerfs
police court with larceny. She was at once ad-
mitted to bail. and her trial postponed week
to give the learned Counsellor Crittendon
Thornton, who was Miss Daisys attorney, an
opportunity to prepare her defense.
The case bothered Counsellor Thornton in no
small degree. The proof was overwhelmingly
against his beautiful client. He was at his wits
ends. Then he thought of Daisy's beautiful
eyes, her peachlike cheeks, her ruby lips-and-
great thought struck him. He would make a
bold bluff as her counsel, and also make Daisy's
eyes tell on judge and prosecutors.
When the day for trial came Miss Daisy few
into the court in the garb Of princess Her
tanned gloves reached to her shoulders. Her
pink silk stockings caused q thrill in the court
room. She had Gainsborough hat that looked
like an East India canopy. Even Judge Sawyer
sat enraptured with such a vision of loneliness
and the court bailiGs we're fairly stupeied with
Difference and politeness.
But one nan stood aghast and Mortified. 1t
was Counsellor Thornton. He muttered two or
three imprecations, and then seized the vision
of loneliness by one of her tan-covered arms
and Kissed, You tile fool! Get out Of here!
Go at once and put on an old black gown, some
broken shoes. a chip hat and come back in ten
minutes. How do you suppose / can get you
out of such a scrape in all this inery2"
Daisy fed at once, and in a little while re-
turned looking like O minister's wife's nursery
maid. She was tear-stained and her face was
coated with innocence half an inch thick. And
she rolled her big dark eyes about with appeal
ing glances for sympathy.
"Now that is something like" exclaimed her
learned counsellor, admiringly, and Daisy
beamed upon him q melting glance Of graft
tude.
In the trial which followed the evidence was
all against the beautiful culprit. The property
was found in her trunk; It was identified by Mrs
Clark as hers, and things looked equally, in
deed, for Daisy.
Counsellor Thornton did not attempt to con-
tradict the evidence. He scarcely cross-exam-
ined the Witnesses. He did, however, make
an appeal OF such power to the jury that
strong mems eyes moistened, and the bailiffs
turned away to conceal their emotion The
fair Daisy sat with sad and fearful face and
bent her glowing eyes upon each and every
Juror.
The prosecuting attorney saw that his case
was lost His response to Counsellor Thorn
toms forensic and fmpassioned effort was but Q
feeble pipe compared with bugle blast
Miss Daisy's eyes did the rest. The Jury ac-
quilted her without leaving their seats, and
warmly congratulated Counsellor Thornton
upon the magnincence OF his eloquence, at the
same time expressing the keenest sympathy
with the distress Of his fair client.
Now, You little devil, skip out of herer
said the counsellor. a. the court was being