Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-09-21
THE GAZETTE: FORT WORTH TEXAS SUNDAY SEPTEMBER

made one think they were dead, but the gaunt
faces and smouldering pain-poiguant eyes,
said, 1--WE die, but we die hard. ~
The island and its official management is a
credit to the city and state; sin and lawlessness
are recognized factors; like Banquo's ghost,
they will not down, they must be provided for
IN our domestic and political economies There
ii is done efficiently, humanely, butt cannot
be done artisticslly attractively. Its qualities
are revolving and
SURROUNDINGS REPUGNANT.
/ could not have taken a drink of water even out
of a cut glass goblet in that island. 1 could not
have worn on my breast flower whose tints and
breath were drawn from that unwholesome soil;
the ubiquitous smell of disenfectauts and
scrupulous cleanliness contradicted each other.
The thought was strong in my heart, Il must
take q Turkish bath when l get back, - but,
once in the water, an equilibrium of stomach
and nerves returned. The wind came strong
and salt from the seaward. 1t froze my blood :,
but ! swallowed great draughts OF it. The
island, in prospective, is ideally beautiful-that
notified gray stone wall, washed by The strong
clear tide, the turrets and spires, the gree n
trees and pretty winding roads, like it
better at q distance. There is some talk of
depopulating, demolishing those handsome
buildings and converting the island into a
ways be Blackwell's Island, - and as Sir Geotfry
Champneys in Our Boys says of the retired
butterman' S name and title:
''You may break, you may shatter
The tub II you wall,
But the scent of the butter
Will cling to 1t STILL
On our return to the Ter we had an engage
ment to go over the pretty private steam yacht
American yacht club. She is q dainty
floating palace, this "Tillie,' with her
name on the prov, woodwork, ratings,
even the mats upon the door, and
on the rim of every saiior's cap. The accommo-
dating capacities of the boat, for mixed party,
(that is ladies, and gentlemen, is for twelve or
fifteen. The running expenses are $1,000 per
month, which, when entertaining guests in a
course, un up to 5000 or $500. 1t was built 70
James Gordon Bennett, from whom 1t was pur-
chased at cost of 500, 900 by Commodore star
buck His additional outlay of nearly Sl00, 600
more has made the ''Tillie'' one of the most
expensive little crafts that ploUghs these waters.
She is ably commanded by Capt. Healy, spo rts
a jolly crew of twenty nobby 'navvles,'' has
two cooks and a lot OF underllngs Out
canvas and frisky remnants. Inside she is a
marvel of feminine prettiness and
luxury. Commodore starbuck is a Nan
tucket man, and his wife, for whom the
''Tillie'' is named, is one OF the coming sea
queens. 1t Is a fad now among the wealthy
but not "effemiate'' society women to be ex-
terms and regulations, to let ''jib' and main
sail, - fore and aft roll off of their rosy
lips as complacently "'bias'' AID revere, -
'directoire' and Louis Qulnze (Looie kauze)
1t is pretty fad ana sensible. Women are
the better for being stronger, ruddier, surer
OF foot and more tangible of muscle.
Have you noticed that 7 have been pro
foundiy silent about the theaters? Well.
that 5 sg1e9 was g5Sgsd'fted all ar'fq
for one comprehensive report under that head
ing. But here l am constrained TO break my
rules. must tell you about John L. sullivan.
Imagine that incarnation of meat and masc!e
doing the artistic! Those of you who read this
and know my old horse sampson imagine
him, his venerable tail cropped, his dlgnlted
launches done up IN blue nb0on dlsportlng
himself on the field at Monmouth race!
Such is John L. on the dramatic stage. Poor
leviathan. He has the grace not to strut nor claw
~ q WCDDleS COuSCIOuslViall
his lines automatically. When he is presumed
to be STACEY he fops one fn-like hand upon his
stolid Jaw ana gruntS, LET me thank' (think) {.
When he is supposed to put his flial arm
tenderly around his aged, sorrow-stiicken
mother. he paws one lobster claw about the
back of her chair and stares stoically ahead at
nothing. In one scene he is foreman of a black
smith's forge, where there comes some made
quate demand for John L. s muscle. He pounds
the toy anvil with the small hammer like
sampson"
NIBBLINc BUrTERCUPs.
It is only in the last scene, to which pertinent
climax the tenor OF the play LEADS up, that
''R ichard is himself There he has sparring
match with an improvised thug, and there the
prize fighter comes grandly to the front. T he
sage setting is complete in smallest detail,
grounds, president, umpire, Judges, hackers,
middle man, entered stakes, first. second and
third rounds, background of eager m ottled
faces looking on-that act was worth the pre-
csding four of malignant boredom.
McGregor was Individually on his native heath.
The bestial face grew absolutely mobile, the
fatty generated eyes full of fire, the great Drawn
stood out, in breast, and loIn and arm, COM
manding admiration. Prowess is grand quail
ity of man. Nothing finds its way more subtly
to woman's heart. Those ancient knights
of vaior knew a thing or two, unap-
preciated by our modern men of chivalry.
What dexterity OF limb, what keen visioned
darls-coupled with the strength of the man!
OF course he laid the thug OUT lit was so stipu-
lated in the bond.' And then it was John l..
Sullivan, still champion and always will be-
t the proper moment the thug fell. ana it was
well he did. Even IN play Sullivan's pride is
evident. There light in those deep eyes,
a latent power in those strong arms that would
have ground to powder man or beast who dared
to measure his force earnestly against such
UNCoNQUERED MAJESTY.
Poor John L! His aged father
lying dead in Boston that night,
while he capered to the ravenous
public! Alas. had laid the fattering JUNCTION
to my soul that such environment made John
I! so spiritless, so heavy and so tame; but sad
reality deprived me of even small comfort.
NO. said friend who had seen him before
in "Hones; Hearts and Willing Hands''-'nO-
he's up to his high water mark tonight. Sulli-
van is mighty on muscle, but he'll never set the
world on fire as actor BELLE HUNT.