Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-09-06
GIRLS OF : CRESSON.
Emma Y. Sheridan Says They Beat
All Pretty Creatures on Earth.
WOMANKIND AT ITS VERY BEST.
How Pittsburg Millionaires Play Old Sledge
for Five Cents.
LOTS OF FUN AT A FARMERS FAIR
CORRESPONDENCE OF THE DISPATCH. n


way train, and the two big machines puffed
and snorted their way up into the ALLIE
| ghenies, an uninformed traveller asked
what all the fuss was about.
"Seven heavy millionaires got on at
Pittsburg, was the reply, "and it over
loads the train
We told the truth as to seven of the pas
sengers being Pittsburg millionaires, the
aggregate Of their possessions reaching
| 66,OOO,0OO, by conservative estimate, and
| the smallest possessor owning about 3,000,-
| 600. This one was a minor millionaire in
two senses, for she was an heiress aged Is.
The seven were not all in q party, for it
| was by chance that they rode on the same
train, and they were travelling up to CressQn,
the wealthiest village of its size in America
for four months in. the year.
SHE HEARD ABOUT GALLITzIN.
drove over from Cresson four miles to
Loretto yesterday, and there saw a man
WHO had journeyed up into the mountains
il very different style. His name was
Demetrius Gallitzin, and he used to be a
! genuine Count until he rcnounced his title
to become Roman Catholic priest.
| Throughout all this region his pioneer and
| life work of founding church, a convent
y
admired. He began nigh century ago and
has been dead half as long as that. Was it
a slip of my pen to write that saw him
yesterday? Oh, no. He was in glass
topped coffin in an accessible crypt under
his monument, and visitors usually 60 down
there to see the remnant of his body. The
true tales of his toilsome climb to this forest
height Of half mile above the sea level,
and his hard mode Of living, sound strangely
to a listener who has been drawn up the
grades by two locomotives.
A curious illustration of the hurry of
these later times in America was afforded to
me only few minutes ago.
f'The light was just right on the Bend
this afternoon" remarked an enthusiastic
woman from Philadelphia, referring to the
famous Horse Shoe, which she had rounded
just before reaching Cresson from the East
NO TINE TO FOOL WITH BENDS.
. "Confound the bend;" exclaimed her
utilitarian and impatient husband. "What
a nuisance and loss of time it is to double
on yourself like that when you're travel
ling"
''But think ofthe scenery, and you're in
no hurry"
But think of railroading in q half
circle. Besides, I'm always in hurry"
1t would be pity, however, if that cele-
brated loop could be Strengthened out of
railway ride over the Alleghenies; and it
would be good thing if the male American
could rid himself of all sense of haste when
he is off for recreation. The same man will
play euchre by the hour with his old
cronies on a veranda, and really be as lazy
as any of them, but anything like hinder
ance or delay vexes him.
Cresson is a suddenly beautiful revelation
to the traveller who passes by on the rail-
way that skirts it. He has been gazing at
the rugged scenery for miles, when there
comes into view, like picture flashed by
magic lantern, q wooded slope of green
turf, with half a hundred roofs peep
ing through the foliage. Some of the ornate
gables belong to the big hotel, but the rest
are on cottages owned and inhabited by
RICH AND MoDIsH PENNsYLvANIANs.
In the foreground is spring, whose
purity is traditlonally curative. A
fountain is throwing the same sort of water
into the air. Very numerous children are
playing on the grass. Lawn tennis is in
operation picturesquely. And yonder is
specimen Cresson girl.
All, but sweet womenkind is kind indeed
these days in the Alleghenies. She is as
as feathery and cool as a thistle blossom in |
lavender; as white and sleek as wet pond |
lily in tailor-made piquet, or as dainty as a |
datfodil in yellow. She is corn flower, all |
crisp rutfies of real genuine blue; she is a |
crisp carnation in red; she is blessing of |
feathery green like bundle of the ferns |
that are so plenty hereabouts. She doesn't |
get red, shiny and gaspy. Her cheeks are |
cool and pink, as seen through the crisp |
cloud of net that puts her down a delicious |
vista of white, like the daintily flushed |
heart of a pale tea rose. Other bangs in |
other September resorts, especially at the
the humid weather. The Cresson girl puts |
her vision of a hat on vision ola head, and |
through the big spaces in the hat curls hair
that is crisp and nice.
BUNDLES OF FLOWERS EVERYWHERE.
At a baseball match whole rows looked |
like daisy chains, with here and there a
was the girls. In the lighted grounds of an
evening men wander dreamily bearing bnn-
dies of flowers on their arms. Each bundle
is girl. The windows of the cottages are
banked with bloom. It's the girls The
carriages are turned into caskets crowded
with lace, ribbons and furbelows. It's the
girls. They trail crisp muslin and dainty
silk skirts over the plank walks, and the
skirts are as crisp and as dainty at the finish
as tney were at the start.
How do the girls do it? Only the Cresson
girl can. She buys some heliotrope from a
Juvenile pedlar of wild flowers, thrusts it.
through her trim belt, and makes sweetness
all along the veranda she treads. Her col
lar does not wilt, no matter how hot the
day. Her shirt front is immaculate, while
the menNcannot manage cheviot. Her white
gloves are only less white than her dear
little nose, no matter where the thermome-
ter is kicking itself up to. To be sure, she
carries a parasol if she goes beyond the
wooded park, but, dear me, that is only to
get the effect of being followed about by
special halo. The parasol is all transparent
and of nc good in the world except for the
halo. Her dear little tootsies are shod in
white or in dainty colors, aed she trips over
the damp places with never a spot. How
does she do it? Oh, she's a Cresson girl.
Nobody knows how but she does it.
PICTURESQUE MOUNTAIN CLIMBING.
Alpine climbers would smile at the Cres-
son method of mountain pedestrianism, but \.
hey would have to acknowledge, at least. I
hat it embodies luxury and picturesque
ness. The heights are here, with acres
upon acres of forest, in which primeval
have been permitted to re-
main. Scattered here and there are springs
,f iron, alum, magnesia and other chemic-
us. And, oh, glory to ease! the paths are
Is comfortable as wide, solid plank walks
AN make them. Think of that, We tender
oots. A tramp through the forest wild
wood, with untrammeled nature overhead
md around, but with miles of as good as city
idewalk to step on with your corned and
,unioned feet.
However, il money smoothes the ways of
he wilderness for the Cressonites, it pol
shes their manners, too, and that without
enderinp them ton1oftv snaaE Of +ba |