Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-07-06
FEMALE SWIHDLERS.
WHEN WOMEN ARE BAD THEY ARE so
EXCEEDINGLY BAD.
A German Msdchepjager Pays Dearl.
for His Intimacy With a Very
Clever Adventures.

choly shake of the head. "When they
are bad they are bad all through, especi-
ally the Partisan women"
"Hem," said the Doctor, thoughtfully,
''if it were not so late / could tell you a
story of a Russian adventures who was in
Berlin short time ago, which might
prove to you that other cities produce
females just as bad and just as shrewd as
your delightfully."- wicked capital. But l
really think it is too late, and we had
better turn in"
But the smoking-room would not listen
to this.
"No time like the present." urged one
'sNobody wants to go to bed yet" said
another. "Not much attraction in those
stuffy little cabins" exclaimed third.
"And you know, lieber Doctor, 'alle guten
Dinge sind drei,'" quoted Herr Schmitz
IN sonorous Heutonic accents.
The Doctor yielded and began:
There is not city in Europe which
| offers so many attractions to stranger as
the capital of the German Empire. No.
| where can an American find so much solid
comfort and at such reasonable rates as in
the city of Berlin. Paris can't compare
with it. True, Paris is beautiful, and for
| the first week, at least, enchanting, but it
is dear, enormously dear. Comfort is an
unknown quantity. and every Partisan
with whom you come into the slightest
business contact is on the lookout to fleece
you. Ask for an extra candle or towel
and you will find an extra franc added to
your bill. Nothing is given away; even
smiles are charged. The hotel proprietor
and the waiter, your smiling landlady and
cringing concierge, your butcher, baker,
cab driver and shopkeeper-every one
thinks it privilege and sacred duty to
overcharge and skin you. The continual
pourboire makes life misery, and if you
stay for any length of time in that beauti-
full capital, you'll find that you must spend
twice as much as in New York without
ever receiving your moneys value.
| "Why, gentlemen" said the Doctor
warming up and evidently still smarting
from the wrongs which he had suffered at
the hands of the greedy Parisians, "gen-
tlemen, you would hardly believe what
prices they do charge! For ton of coal
| had to pay 60f ($12y-a violent accent
on the twelve-"for pound of roast beef,
best cut, SO cents; inferior pieces, 25;
coffee, 80 cents pound; tea, 81 20 a
pound, and no good at that; petroleum,
3S cents quart. They are robbers, gen.
tlemen, perfect robbers!
| BERLIN THE BEAUTIFUL.
| "No Paris for me Berlin found quite
different. The people there are honest
and straightforward; they do not cheat
and beat you at every step. You make a
bargain with them and they will stick to
it. No contract or agreement will do that
for you in Paris. In Berlin you can 90 to
entertainments without being obliged to
| pay 50 for miserable seat, as you must in
| Paris. And their theaters, concerts and
operas, let me tell you, are way ahead of
| Paris, where at present, at least, they have
| not decent singer on the stage. Their
soloists would be hissed off from any stage
in the United States. Parisw
| Fortunately the Doctors cigar had gone
out and he was obliged to relight it. He
took few angry puffs and then grew
calm.
"All this, however, is scarcely to the
point" he went on, "except in SO far as
the scene of my story is in Berlin.
| Almost opposite the Imperial Palace
stands the Hotel de Rome, one of the most
fashionable places of resort in the German
capital, and generally frequented by the
aristocracy only. Many crowned heads
and princes of the blood have stopped
here, as Beedecker informs us, and prices
range accordingly. Quite number of
army officers and a few of the richest Jew
ish bankers, whose places of business are
in the vicinity, come here regularly for
| their meals.
| The table dhote, with its long -winded
ceremonious courses, was Just over Almost
all the guests had left the luxuriously
furnished dining-room, and only couple
of gentlemen were still sitting over their
coffee.
the Imperial Guard, who was twirling his
little blonde mustache in a most affected
but thoroughly German manner; the other
was Isidor Cohen, a well-known Berlin
banker. He was a short, rather stout man,
dressed quietly, but in the hight of fash
ion. No possible objection could be urged
against his outward appearance, except
that he had loaded himself a la Tweed
with some enormous diamonds.
'Ein gottliches Webb p exclaimed the
Captain in those peculiar staccato tones
which the Berlin army officers affect
Quite charming! A divine creature
pom my honor Who can she be? Co.
hen, you Madchenjager, don't you know
who she is ?"
| Mr.. Cohen shrugged his shoulders and
smiled. The Captains compliment of the
! "lady-killer" seemed to tickle him. Dia-
monds and women were his weak points.
Women especially. He adored beauty.
| THE BET DECLINED.
"Bedaure sehr, lieben Herr Graf" he
answered; "but haven't the honor of her
acquaintance. I'll bet you fifty to ten,
however, that tomorrow | shall not only
know her, but take dinner right at her
side"
"Thanks-no bets with you. Cohen.
| Know your talents and witcheries too
well, though between ourselves l never
could understand what the ladies can see
in you. It's the diamonds that do it
they dazzle them, poor creatures; can't be
anything else"
| Mr.. Cohen smiled derisively, but did not
deign to reply. He seemed to be absorbed
in his newspaper, and only bowed when
the Captain few moments later took his
departure.
| He had hardly left when Mr.. Cohen
seized his teaspoon and raped imperiously
against his cup.
August, the pompous head waiter, who
had overheard the conversation, ap-
preached full of quiet dignity and conde-
scension, and asked what that inimitable
mixture of politeness and impertinence,
which was August's especial prerogative
and which no other waiter in the Hotel
| de Rome dared to initiate
"Was beliebt, Herr Cohen?"
august" said Herr Cohen, "who was
the striking handsome lady we saw at
dinner to-day, and how long is she going
to stop"
August's memory seemed to fail him.
/ Handsome lady?' he inquired. "Ah,
yes; the little blonde beauty with the
forget-me-not eyes. Fraulein Won Greiff.
enstein, from Potsdam"
/ august, don't be humbug," laughed
Mr.. Cohen. "Come here, my boy. Let
me refresh your memory with this ten
mark piece"
August laughingly stretched forth his
hand.