Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-09-25

made one think they were dead. but the gaunt
faces and smouldering pain poignant 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
il is done efficiently. humanely, butt cannot
be done artisticslly attractlvely. Its qualities
are revolving and
SURROUNDINGS REPUGNANr.
1 could not have taken drink OF water even out
of . cut glass goblet in that island could not
have worn on my breast Q flower whose tints and
breath were drawn from that unwholesome soil;
the ubiquitous smell of disenfectants and
scrupulou. cleanliness contradicted each other.
The thought was strong in my heart, II must
take Turkish bath when get back but,
and nerves returned. The wind came strong
and salt from the seaward. 1t frore my blood
but 1 swallowed great draughts OF 1t. The
island, in prospective, IS ideally beautiful-that
mottled gray stone wall, washed by the strong
clear tide, the turrets and spires, the green
trees and pretty winding roads, Ike 1T
depopulating, demolishing those handsome
buildings and converting the island into a
public pleasure par. j said; No. it will al. al
Champneys in .'Our Boys says of the retired
butterman's name and title:
You may break, you may shatter
The tub If you will,
But the scent OF the butter
Will cling to it STILL
On our return to the bier we had IN engage
ment to go over the pretty private steam yacht
''Tillie," owned by Commodore Starbuck of the
floating palace, this ''Tillie,'' with her
name on the prov, woodwork, ratings,
even the mats upon the floor, and
dating capacities OF the boat, foc mixed party,
Chat is ladies', and gentlemen, IS for twelve or
fifteen. The running expenses are $1,000 per
month, which, when entertaining guests IN
course, up to 5000 or $500. 1t was built tor
James Gordon Bennett, from whom it was pur-
chased at a cost of 500, 900 by Commodore Star
buck. His additional outlay of nearly SlOO,UOO
more has made the "rillie'' one of the most
expensive little crafts that ploughs these waters.
She is ably commanded by Capt Healy, sports
Jolly crew of twenty nobby ''navvles, has
two cooks and a lot of underiiugs out
side she is llyellow wood, brass ratings, white
canvas and risky remnants. Inside she is a
marvel of feminine prettiness and
luxury. Commodore Starbuck is a Nam
tucket man, and his wife, for whom the
'TIllle' is named, is one of the coming sea
queens. II is a fad now among the wealthy
but not ''effemiate'' society women to be ex-
perts before the mast, profound of nautical
sail, ''fore'' and 'aft' roll off of their rosy
lips as complacently ''bias'' ard revere, -
'.directoire'' and Louis Quinze (Looie Kauzel.
1t is pretty fad ana sensible. Women are
the better for being stronger, ruddier, surer
of foot aud more tangible of muscle.
Have you noticed that have been pro-
foundly silent about the theaters? Well.
that silence, silence was premeditIsted' =, artful;
for one comprehensive report under that head
ing. But here am constrained to break my
rules. must tell you about John L. sullivan.
Imagine that incarnation of meat and muscle
doing the artistic! Those of you who read this
and Know my old horse Sampson imagine
him, his venerable tail cropped, his digniied
launches done up in blue ribbon disporting
himself on the feld'' at Monmouth race!
Such is John l.. on the dramatic stage. Poor
leviathan. He has the grace not to strut nor claw
~ n he yNOnbleS COnSciOuSlVtanl
his lines automatically. When he is presumed
to be STACEY he iops one in-like hand upon his
stolid Jaw and gruuts, Let me thank' (Ihink).
When he is supposed to put his filial arm
tendery around his aged, sorrow-stl icken
mother, he paws one lobster claw about the
ba tx of her chair and stares stoically ahead at
nothing. In one scene he is foreman of a black
smiths forge, where there comes some made
Quate demand for John L. IS muscle. He pounds
the toy anvil with the small hammer like
sampson"
NIBBLING BUrTERCUPS.
1t is only in the last scene, to which pertinent
climax the tenor OF the play leads up, that
Richard is himself There he has sparring
match with an improvised thug, and there the
prize fighter comes grandly to the front. rhe
age setting is complete in smallest detail
grounds, president umpire, judges, hackers,
middle man, entered stakes, first. second and
third rounds, background of eager IN 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 vaor ''knew a thing two unap-
preciated by our modern men Of chivalry.
What dexterity Of limb, what keen visioned
darts-coupIed with the strength of the man!
OF course he laid the thug out; sit was SO stipu
lated in the bond And then it was John L.
Sullivan, still champion, and always will be-
At 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 was
lying dead in Boston that night,
while he capered to the ravenous
public! Alas. 1 had laid the fattering JUNCTION
to my soul that such environment made John
L! so spiritless, SO heavy and so tame; but sad
reality deprived me of even small comfort.
Mo- said a friend who had seen him before
in "Hones Hearts and Willing Hands '-''lo-
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.