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smolderiug away in the CRATE, and what
woke me was the entrance of Mr.. and Mrs.
Westerveldt. He had Just come back from
tOwn-fr0m Lilly, most likely - and she
was hanging about him and doing odd things
for him, and he seemed just shade kinder
to her. You should have seen her She
seemed to expand under it aud look twenty
shades handSomer and younger. Presently
she said:
"Oh! Henry. dear. do you know l was
not satisfied with that first detective you
sent for, and so | wrote down for another,
and he came here two days ago, and l told
him every
BE sprang up with sudden yell.
So You sent for detective from Scotland
Yard?'
"'Why, yes-whats wrong?
ca And you gave him all particulars, you
fool! You gave all the information you
knew? and he let his hand down with n
clap on her SHOULDN'T made her jump
She nodded her head.
80 YOu fool; do you know what you've
| done with your meddlingP And he
lowered his face till it was on level with
hers. You've only set all Scotland Yard at
! my heels then he turned away with a dash
of fury. She sprang uD.
as Ny God Henry, what do you-what
/ do you mean? What has it got to do with
you?' And she followed him to the chair
on which he had fallen, his head in his
hands.
"'Oh! you may as well know he an
ruined me. If that's a pleasure to think
Of. There! l took your jewels. OH
for Gods sake now. don't go fainting and
shrieking all over the place
"She had only staggered a bit and
clutched at The back of chair.
The morning call., 1891-11-29
GRANT AND LEE IN THE SADDLE.
How The Two Famous Generals APPEARED On
Horseback

All of the Federal and Confederate gen.
erals who won fame during the civil war,
says the Rider aud Driver, were good horse
men. Most of them learned the art OIL equi-
tatun under competent teachers at West
Point, but even those who rose to military
command fTom civil life sat in the saddle
with more OF less grace and dignity Gen
era Grant was from bOYhoOd an ardent
lover OF good horses, and while he was in
command of all the United States armies he
had large number OF exceedingly fine ami
mails at his disposal 1t is equine axiom
that merciful man is mercful to his beast
but though General Grant had as full
share of mercy in his heart as most men,
he was so earnest and stubborn as n soldier
that he never hesitated to sacrifice human
OF animal life to gain decided end 1t
was, in fact, cruel To be kind. He sat in
the saddle rather unganly tnat is to say,
he had an exceedingly good seat, but the
utter indifference regarding the uniform of
his rank somewhat detracte1 from his ap-
pearance as q horSeman.
He never wore sword or sash after be-
coming Brigadler, even on parade days
for review. While on the march or cam
paign General Grant carried a fiat br mmed
hat down over his eyes and wore coat sup
posed to be one that had done duty at
Eicksburg II certainly looked like it,
Grant always went at hand eallop when
following the movements of his troops, an
unlighed cigar firmly clenched in his
powerful jaws. When the Army of the
Potomac was pursuing Lees forces, after
the evacuation of Richmond ard the Peters,
burg siege works. Grant wore out no less
than six horses inside of three DAYS. So
furiously did he ride from point to point it
frequently happened that all of his orderlies
were left behind. Indeed, very few of the
headquarter staff could keep up the pace
Grant once covered fifty miles in four hours
on three horses.
General Lee had very graceful carriage
in the saddle. While In motion he sat erect
and composed, but lie seldom rode at a
faster gait tnaD cauter. He had curious
habit of laying his hands on the pommel on
hating to converse with any one. Leaning
gently forward, Lees atti ude was at once
courteous and engaging. CHANGED to meet
the great Confederate leader on two occa-
sions. Being a wounded prisoner after the
battle of the Wilderness | was lying under
a locust free by the roadside when Lee came
slowly riding past Quietly hating, he
leaned over ME and began asking questions
concerning the Federal army. On my
politely declining 10 answer some OF his
queries the Generals face grew sad He
bowed slightly, acknowledged my right to
refuse and then rode on in deep thought,
for had told him that Grant was present
and In real command of the Army of the
Potomac.
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DO YOU know what meanp Always give
Tim light weight" Ii he bestows four
teen ounces avoirdup0is OF love on you give
lin only twelve ounces; it will keep him
hanging on for the other two l guessed at
" bal she meant, and that she regretted not
having acted on that principle herself
They were giving a big dinner on the
10Th, and about three-quarters of an hour
before any one had turned up MI and Mrs.
Westerveldt came into the drawing-roOm
where we were all chatting.
Mrs. WesteTveldt said, IN an awfully
agItatrd way:
80 DO you know that all nv diamonds
have been StOlen@ And Nh Ne5terveldt
broke IN significantly with-'We'l not call
them stolen" till we've found out more
about the case
"She had been pale enough to begin with,
but she went liyid at the implied insult.
sneer, get lost in most extraordinary WAYS
sometimes, and are found, too, in remark
able fashions as WELL when the husbands
make q fuss over it
at was Internally mean Of him, consider
ing he hadn't bought his wife's jewels, and
as the loss was all hers, it was shame to
behave like a hound to her before all her
guests.
:" She snapped out She had right to be
bit worked up, You don't suppose I'm
likely to have stolen my own diamonds my
self am p
He only raised his eyebrows like two
great marks of Interrogation - and then
played the injured. patient husband for the
rest OF the evening-and it went down with
some OF the women, and he got more SYM
patty than he deserved.
d" Mrs. Wcsterveldt's neck looked bare
and rather unlOyely that night; she had
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"You-took my diamonds! Oh, darling,
what for ?'-her face all drawn and gray
/ would have given you all l had with
lovely pathos.
81 meant to get paste put in, you would
never have known, he answered with brutal
indifference and ignoring her last words.
''She sank down by his side and claSped
her hands on his knees.
"'But, II the first detective knew, why
should you mind this second one knowing
as wel?'
1.-THE first detective2 he wasn't de-
tectiye at all You don't suppose l was
such fool as to invite Scotland Yards in
spectionp l just sent tor man who |
knew would do the work for me. There !
do you understand at last?
81 don't think she did, for there was a
horrid look ON her face. For the one mo-
ment, Just that one she could have stabbed
him.
Then she said very softly: ''Tell me
all about 1t, Henry. I'm sure can get you
out of it. but tell ne first why you wanted
the money
For wonder the man blushed as he told
her OF Lilly Morrison. tell you had to
bite the sofa cushion Internally hard to keep
the words in-the way he talked would have
made your hair curl And she? Well. ever
since that scene I've thoughts Jolly lot more
of women. She behaved like brick.
though / saw her vince when he enlarged
on la belle Lilly's charms fancy cracking
her up to his wife!
'''This is not the time to feel Jealous she
said, very slowly, and staring into the fire
as she knelt by his side. Il shall feel all that
afterward. l suppose; the thing now is to
get you out Of it al-only you must let re
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intended wearing her diamonds, and moth
ing would induce her TO wear substitute.
Have you ever known woman with a long
lsh upper lip that you could cannoodle? /
haven't. Next day down came a detective,
and there was an awful shndy. All the
servants boxes routed out, all the maids
wearing an air of innocence an inch deep on
their faces and tossing their heads at the
sacrilege; aud the butler getting drunk
over ii, TO celebrate the event, and Mr..
Nesteryeldt scGwling till he looked like an
ugly cbimpanZee. and Mrs. W. aging twenty
years through 1t all, and miserable into the
bargain.
What was the detective like? Oh! let
me see. A whitey-brown sort of Johnnie.
Nothing much about him that you could
catch hold of by way of description. He
looked what you would call 'gent-ah!
pah! how / bar the species. He looked as
solemn as a sphinx, and made us all feel a
jolly sight worse than we had felt before.
Then on lie went again as quietly and dis
creetly as if there had been another de-
tective after him.
He used to send daily bulletins on the
case. Ii was always some rot about "a
promising clew,' which never fulfilled it
self.
One day Mrs. Westeryeldt came to me
WIN telegraph form in her hand.
Fred, | want you to do something for
me. would have asked my husband if he
weren't away in town. / don't believe that
The detective we've got at present is any
good, do you? He wears whiskers. and his
hairs such horrible color, isn't it? want
you, please dear, to take this yourself to
the P0stotfice. | don't think that Mr..
Westerveldt can have stated the gravity Of
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fragments Of the myriads of figures which
Paul has cut and which were saved from
the general wreck (his sisters broom)" A
few of them are reproduced here. He cut
his figures from natural observation, and
would often gather the various species OF
one family of animals on q tablet Several
OF these are still in existence; for example n
card, which contains a silhouette of every
known house dog, and another with the va
rious hunting dogs. These he cut In 1852,
when the little prodigy was hardly u years
of age.
His compositions were manifold and exc
cuted with wonderful delicacy. Genre
pictures in paper scenes taken from the
home life, an episode that might have trans
PRED on anv country road in his native
country. clown and circus-rider> performing
their tricks, college boys in the "nneipe,"
shepherds with their herds, pin alley
in full blast, scenes from the Polish insur-
rectior, Of which he had heard his father
tell. These are but few OF the wonderful
silhouette pictures which he cut while still
a lad of 10 years
When in 1853 Harriet Beecher Stoves
Uncle Toms Cabin delighted the read =
ing public of two hemispheres, a copy of
this popular volume found its way to the
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direction was genuine art, which raised him
head and shoulder above those that ever
handled a pair of scissors and the dusky
cardboard.
When his name was first mentioned,
which was in the sixties, he was already a
finished artist, although scarcely more than
a lad. At the time of his death, in May,
1871. he was barely 81 years old, and dur
ing period Of eight years of feverish
activity he had flooded the world with in
Vulnerable masterworks OF this wonderful
art.
Paul Konewka was born in Greilswalde,
in Pomerania, and was the youngest of
three children. The remarkable talent
with which he was gifted asserted itself
when he was q mere child. At the
age of 4 years he began to cut ont
of paper men and animals with pair
of scissors, purlOined from his sisters
wOrk-baSket. He had the genuine artist
eye, and aimed even at that time to give life
and motion to his wonderful compositions.
After the death of his father an envelope
was found in MS desk filed with several
hundred small figures. and labeled; Small
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little Pomeranlan home of Paul Konewka.
what wonder that the fertile Imagination
OF the young author should discover a.
grateful theme for his talent in this book ?
Having "silhouetted many single scenes
from it he was at last prevailed upon by his
comrades at school to illustrate in sill
h0uettes the entire book This collection
was gathered In an album, which is still In
existence, marvel of artistic delicacy and
beauty of conception.
In his twelfth year Paul Konewka was
familiar with Goethe's Faust" as ia evil
denced by a silhouette OF Faust and Mephis-
topheles. In later years his fame and name
were made with the silhouette Illustrations
OF the German masters greatest work.
Encouraged by the talent displayed by
his son the father destined him to become a
sculptor. Bnt he was out of his sphere
tnere, and after somewhat wild and reck-
less career, which did much to undermine
his delicate constitution and laid the foun-
dation for the family evil, consumption.
which ended the career OF this remarkable
artist at such an early age, Paul Konewka
returned to the occupation OF his childhood.
and soon excelled everything that had aver
been accomplished in this respect.
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"That night after dinner Cthere's no good
telling you how the couple looked. | wonder
no one noticed it) Mrs. WesterYeldt kept on
jumping at every sound, and great purple
rings had started round her eyes. She sent
off wire to say that she wished all proceed
ings stopped, as she had resigned herself to
the loss of her jewels. But it was too late
there were three men standing outside tie
drawing-rOOm door. l happened to catch a
glimpse of them, and | smelt rat. l told
her, and she whispered to her husband
upon my soul, 1 was sorry for her. He left
the room by the conservatory. Then she
went to the door and passed into the hall.
81 don't know what she told the men, but
| didn't sea them Il quarter OF an hour later,
though fancy two were lingering about the
place
''She came back to say goodnight to u.s.
She kissed one or two of the women as she
said:
81 do hope you've enjoyed your visit here
have liked very much having you with
me-,
''Then she turned to the rest of us and
said, Goodnight but it wasn't in the usual
fashion. and we all felt puzzled at her man
ner.
- Yes, believe l am behaving rather err
ratically Tonight, she explained with faint
smile on her lips and an imploring mist in
her eyes. and such a worn look on her face;
out | am so dreadfully weary-I mean
ured-Hm going 10 take chl0ral, so l hope
10 ett Il eOuu II BtIl ; rest. nave you every
thing you want? That's right-good- night
eyeryDudy-good-night"
well, she needed good nights rest and
she got il, poor soul, for next morning her
maid found her sleeping heavily and she let
her sleep on, and then as she didn't rouse up
the woman got scared. WeSteryeldt wasn't
to be found, SO we took it upon Us TO send
Tor the doctor; but II wasn't bit OF good, she
slept away her last breath, little before
luncheon time, and there WAS an open letter
on the dresslng-t IA ole. What do you suppose
she'd wrltten7 That she'd done away with
the jewels herself. with Il long rigmarOle of
an explanation. Poor woman, she didn't
know what she was about when she was
writing it. There was such unconscious
pathOS in her patent endeayOr to shield
her husband, so patent, in fact
that it pointed the finger of certainty
more surely than ever to his guilt Poor
soul, she couldn't even die cleverly. She
wasn't over bright in the upper story, but
she had grit in her for all that. SO she died
with lie on her lips and stupid one, too,
and half the world believed her dying words
and scorned her for them. BAIL if she'd
been young and pretty woman wouldn't it
have championed her, aud flung the lie I'M
believing, back in her face. and dealt a bit
kinder with the memory of her. | respect
Mrs. WeSterveldt1'
We'll done. Fredl you're coming out
strong in the narrative line"
Thank We, | think will have n peg-and
don't mind another cheroot either. "-Bel-
gravia, illustrations by the Globe Democrat.
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think bit; you know Pm not at all clever.
bur my heart is so full of love, such love. that
| think it will help me. Doesn't 1t seem
strange, Henry, that great love can't beget
love. Now you've never loved me all the
time you've known me. suppose, and she
looked up wistfully, so awfuily an xlous was
she for him to contradict her-and he put
hand on her hair and said, almost Kindly:
"'You mustn't mind that you are worthy
4 better mans love than mine.
"She turned and gave him such a look.
old chap. | don't know how he felt, rs it
was intended for him, but l know how l
felt confound the smoke, it's all in my
eyes-n all my life | never saw face so
changed and TRANSPORTED by love-Such
pathetic tenderness. (Yes. Dick, ! am get
ting maudlin, amt 1?) Well. thank the
powers, they both went off after bit, Mrs.
Westerveldt saying that she would rather
talk it.over in her dresSing-room; just at
the threshold she turned and said:
"'I will save you. Henry, indeed l will, if
die for it-you believe me, dear
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80 OF l went ike dear fellow.
"Mr. W esterveldt was away two or three
days And in the meantime a new man
came down. Nothing 'whitey-brown'
about him, can tell you, and his hair was
the right color, too The only thing didn't
like about him was his way of popping
round corners and into rooms. | used to
C ange all sorts of colors and l bet you
anything you like he rather shifted a full
blown burglar in me. | believe he would
have driven me into it if it had gone on
much longer.
Then he, too passed away-and peace
reigned in his stead.
''One day l fell asleep in the library. OH
you know that twnddle device novelists
have of letting their heroes hear things
which they've no business to. by sending
them of to nod and then waking 'em up
just at the critical moment. Well, by JOve
I'll never wag SOOTHING head at them gain;
l did the very same thing myself. l went
of into a snOoza In the library and when |
woke it was pitch dark, except for the fire
The morning call., 1891-11-29
6Rs. WEsTERNELDTS DIAMONDS.

'Mrs. Westerveldt'S diamonds? By Jove!
she was hardly treated, poor woman, at the
time"
III Won we're worth an thing you would
tell us all about it, Fred"
"Oh! all right; I'm agreeable"
ut would show more becoming modesty
if you were to leave that for others to say
let alone opinions differing"
'Oh! you shut up, Dicsy. and just throw
me cigar. will you? and IN tell you all
about it,"
The two Westerveldts could hardly be
said to get on together-fought on together
is a more correct word. She had all the
money and lie didn't even give her the quid
pro quo in love. She was past her premiere
tennessee, well into her second, in fact, when
he proposed TO her and to her beauX yeux).
She was a widow, and she gave both love
and money. till lie spent the latter and half
killed the former. Th0Gga II was still pretty
vigorous when | knew them. She was a bit
Jealous of him, perhaps Of his youth more
than anything else, just as any wife might
BE-. who, pretty far down the road OF life
herself. wants her husband to keep par
aIlel with her. It's my opinion he
was bad TO the core. Yet she was
awfully irritating, She was the sort of
woman, You know, who waited till you
had plunged yourself well back IN your
armchair, and then would say on, as
YOU are up, do you mind giving me my
work basket, lis in the next room; or, AS
you're going upstairs, would you just bring
dear Fida down with you| when You
hadn't shown the least sign Of stirring
from where you were. Then, too, she had
that maddenine way OF shutting her eyes
with a tiuttering sort of movement (yOu
knox the way some people have, while she
was talking. Il always made NE long to
skip cut Of the room while she was doing 1t
ana peep round tile corner to watch her sur
prise when she found had melted. 1t might
have cured her. She nurSed me like any
thing, though, when l was down with fever
once. At Twiyel, so l back her all through.
- He wasn't faithful TO her either. | hap
pened to know OF it, too. and II made me
Ieel a regular snake all the time she was
looking after me. But man has such a
way OF sitting tight on another fellows az
fairs, and 50 l never told her that he had
flung away any amount II her coin % Lilly
Morrison. She thought II all went on racing
OF course they didn't know each other so
we'll before marriage. MatTimOny Is such
an infallibla teSt-It'S an irIeyOcable one.
TOO, worse luck. Mind you. very few out
siders knew Of the eat and dog life they led.
Married folks hide their matrimonial wounds
with such divinity OF courage. All glory TO
taeW, sag l. He was fond Gf music; and
she, Ike that American chap didn't know
q symphony from boiler explosion She
was fond of dabbing away with a brush in
ler hand-and lie hadn't half an eye for
color, excepting when Lilly put the layers
On too thick, and 50 il went on Zig-Zag fash
ion.
Il was stopping down at Twiyel, one
summer and the house was pretty full.
There Was no one | particularly fancitd
among the guests. 81 / kept my attention to
my hostess, who l could see was suffering
The morning call., 1891-11-29
REMOVING THE HAT.
Not SO Very Long Ago Gentlemen DID
Not Uncover at Dinner.

NOT so very Long ago 1entiemen Dfu
Not Uncover at Dinner.
One of the simplest instincts Of good man.
ners would seem to be that man should
uncover his head while eating his dinner
with his family; yet it is pretty certain that
the first gent cmen Of England two centu
ries ago habitually wore, their hats during
that ceremony. nor is it known just when or
why the practice was changed. In Pepys'
famous Diary. which is the best man
ual of manners for this period, we
read, under date of September %, 1864 /:
Home to bed, having got a strange cold In
my head by flinging off my hat at dinner and
sitting with the wind in my neck" Iu
Lord Clarendon's essay on the decay of re-
spect paid to age, he says that in his younger
days he never kept his hat on before those
older than himself except at dinner. Lord
Clarendon died in 1914. That the English
members of Parliament sit with their hats
on during the sessions is well known. and
the same practice prevailed at the early
town meeting in New England. The pres
ence or absence of the hat is therefore
simply conventonallty. and so it is with
thousand practices which are held, so long
as they exist, to be the most Interchangeable
and matter-of-course affairs.-T, w. II. in
Harper's Bazaar.
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A LONG LOST
ART REVIVED.
Paul K0nGVka, a Pomeranlan, Who
Made wonderful Silh0uGIteS.
Shakespeare, Goethe and Uncle Toms Cabin
splendidly Illustrated With Scissors
and Black Paper.

When Paul Konewka restored to the
world the art of 'silhouetting" it was on the
point of becoming extinct altogether, says
the st. Louis Post-Dispatch. In the fifties
1t was only practiced at the universities OF
Germany, where college boys had their
silhouettes cut for their corps comrades and
the ''Kneipe." In 1865 it was obligatory
upon every new student at the Goettingen
College to have his silhouette cut within
specified period after his entrance to the
college, but this was soon aflerward re-
placed by the daguerreotype. With Paul
Konewka silhouetting became fashionable
once more. and he was master of that lost
art, such as the world will probably never
see again. What he accomplished in this
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THE LAMA'S PRAYER.

"omI Mani padme. hum"
70 God! consider the jewel in the lotus. Thy will
be done.)
It's said these strange and mystic Sanscrit words
Consider God, the gem the lotus hides"
Teach that though human life with sin is dark
Its heart is virtue. and that e'er abides;
Mans awful striving and his history dread
Are emblems OF the fragile lotus flower
But BIS virtues. deeds OF faith and love
The hidden gem endued with heavenly power
And so in Eastern GgUre quaint they pray
The Deity Supreme to stOop aud bless
His sinful children for the jewels sake;
To spare the lotus in its worthlessness
Even as Christians, sness we may make
The Lama's prayer our own. the tears, the pain,
The agonies OF many thousand years
God knows we're not In vain.
Thus the plea finds an echo in our hearts,
SO we, the children OF the Blessed One
We, too, cry for the race: " Consider God,
The gem the lotus hides. Thy will be done"
Alameda. Cal. 1891. ASELEH