The Washington critic., 1889-03-11
THE TOWNS PHOTOGRAPH.

IhIalcltc, lne ilItle uhlpHbtI VI lnteInM
Revenue Commissioner Miller, went with
her mother to one of Mrs. Cleveland's re-
ceptions. The child was very anxious to
see Mrs. Cleveland and everything about
the reception Interested her intensely.
After she had returned home her mother
asked her what she thought of It.
"Wby," she said, in disappointed tones,
"it wasn't like | thought IL was. Mrs.
Cleveland Just looked like anybody"
"What did you expectY'
ooh, everything. thought she would
sit on a big throne, with gold crown on
her head and a necklace around her neck,
and diamond rings on her fingers, and Mr..
Cleveland sitting at n desk In his shirt
sleeves working ever so hard. And
didn't even see Mr.. Cleveland"
II would be hard to tell where the child
got her peculiar notions, but 1t was not
necessary to explain any further to her
that she was mistaken.
eHa
"In few days shall be an American
citizen" remark ed Colonel Nick Bell super
intondcnt of Foreign Mails.
"You are not going TO plunge the De-
partment into the soup by departing
hastily2" inquired the reporter.
"Oh, no''-this very modestly--"but my
resignation is in the hands of the Postmas-
ter-General and am ready to go at mo-
mcnt's notice. ] don't propose to shake
the new firm, however, and will help IL
out till April, II necessary. Then | 60 TO
st. Louis to wait for the future. As | have
o. Ia o1,nt,rhN. 1nnnaptna Il,
Washington for Democrat and the
Colonel sighed and started over to the
Treasury building to commune with Com
missioner Joe Miller.
3sa
A native Hoosier, fresh from the Wabash,
and who wants to be postmaster at his
crossroads, was telling u boarding house
acquaintance this morning about supper
he had at John Chamberlin's last evening
| as the guest Of member of Congress.
eve had a new-fangled game supper" re-
marked the Hoosier, "aud IL beat any cook
in l ever saw in Injcanny."
"What kind of game was its"
"Twas what they called Welsh rabbit,
cooked into thin paste and spread on
toast, and was mighty good eatin', l tell
you. There was no bones in IT, These
Welsh rabbits must be different from oul
Injeanny cotton-tails, or maybe it's the way
| Chamberlin has of cookin' 'em," continued
the Hoosier, as he Tapped his long tongue
over his lips in memory of the good taste
left In his mouth.
w~e
Speaking of the report of the Samoan
battle and Of newspaper "fakes" generally
reminded Commodore Walker of "fake'
story which was perpetrated upon him by
French newspaper. This is the story as
be related It to group of newspaper mer
| yesterday SIN go and 20 was com.
| mander of the U. s. ship Sabine, and was
| lying in the harbor of Cherbourg, France.
There were over 500 souls aboard, all told,
including sixty cadet midshipmen, and a
more peaceful and quieter ships family
never trod deck. We left Cherbourg aud
sailed for Lisbon. When we dropped
| anchor in the harbor the vessel was i'm
mediately surrounded bya fleet of small
boats containing excited men, who wanted
to learn why had cruelty tortured ant
hung seven Of my seamcn. was mystifed
exceedingly, and copy of newspaper
was handed me, wherein read a most har
rowing tale. According to that report Al
attempt had been made to blow
up the powder magazine Of the Sa
bine by mutineers. Twenty-eight mel
were arrested, tried by drum-head court
martial and seven were sentenced to death
As the ship was In French harbor, npp1i
cation was made to the authorities by In,
for the privilege of hanging the men II
the harbor. 1t was refused, whereupon go
under way, and as the vessel passed th,
outer breakwater, up went the seven mel
stringing to the yard-arm. The contortion
and writings Of the poor fellows were pitt
f,ll to behold, as viewed by number o
French officers through their spy-glasses
and the tale was told in q most graphi
manner, all the details being CAREFUL
worked up. Well, that story, publishe
first in French newspaper, went tn
rounds of the world and raised perfet
howl Of indignation against me, and II wa
long time before the official denials Of
could quell the uprising of popular feelin
against me. Therefore, with this exper
ence before me, am not going to TAX
any stock in the account Of the Samoa
battle merely because the names and d,
tails are given"
@ss
Saturday evening, shortly after dusk,
the entrance Of popular little restaurau
on + street, stood one Of the most winnin
little figures that 1t would I've possible t
imagine. i.t
1t was a tiny newsboy, with an unus'
ally corpplent bundle OF papers under h
arm. His age could not have been over
his softly rounded cheeks were suffust
by a charmingly delicate color, born {
sleep, for the little fellow stood with
head tipped back into corner, his fe
braced out far In front of him to prevei
his toppling over, sound asleep.
His cap had tilted back upon his lit
head just far enough TO expose delica
fringe of tawny locks A little smudl
!, of dirt rubbed here and there upon h
cheeks served but to enhance their soft
rounded curves and delicate tints.
|, Inside the restaurant some one called tl
attention OF the proprietor to his new q
traction at the door
He laughed a fulfilled, hearty laughe
"oh, yes" he said, 'they are all up to tn
| trick; they stand around and sleep in q
: sorts Of odd corners through the evenin
n The chances are ten TO one that some kin
! hearted soul Will take pity on them and bl
A up their whole stock and send them HON
. II they are not so lucky as that, why tn
wake up Just as the theatres are letting o
and tackle the crowd with pitiful tale Of
starving family, and how they were 'stuc
, with their evening papers. They are pret
- sbrewd, those little gamin. strongly 81
pect that the kid at the door there is ju