Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1891-07-27

| CAROLINA. ! mean, of course, the natural
features. Man has done more for
France, it seems to me, than for the Tar
Heel state, and the cities of Asheville
and Paris are widely different. The po-
lice of Paris rarely get together in front
OF the court house to pitch horseshoes
OF dwell on the outlook for the goober
| crops.
And yet the same blue, ozonic sky, if
l may be allowed to coin word, the
| gentle, genial health, and of cark de-
stroying, magnetic balm to the congested
soul, the infamed nerve and the Tester
ing brain, are present here that one finds
in the quiet drives of San Cloo, the sue
cessful squirt of the mighty fountains of
Vairsi and the dark and whispering for
ests of Fon-tain-6loo.
The Palais at San Cloo since it was
burned presents rather detected APP
| pearance, and the scorched walls are
bare save where here and there warped
ard wilted water pipe festoons the black
ered and blistered wreck of what was
orce so grand and so gay.
San Cloo has a normal school for the
training of male teachers only. visited
| it, but did not make hit in my address
! to the pupils for some cause until l be-
| gan to speak in their own national
| tongue Then the closest attention was
| paid to what | said, and the keenest de-
! light was manifest on every radiant face.
| Tie president, who spoke some English.
| shook hands with me as we parted, and
| asked him how the students took my re-
marks. He said: They shall all the time
! keep the thinkness-what you shall call
! the recollect-of monsieurs speech in
! preserves, so that they shall forget it not
| continualle. We shall all the time say
! We have not witness something like it
since the time we come here, and have
net so much enjoy ourself since the
! grand assassination by the guillotine.
! Come next winter and be with us for ole
week. Some of Us will remain in the
hall each time"
At San Cloo I hired of a quiet young
fellow about thirty-fve years of age, who
kept very neat livery stable there a
sort of victoria and big Percheron
! horse, with fetlock whiskers that re-
| minded me of the Sutherland sisters.
As was in no hurry sat on an iron
settee in the cool court of the livery sta
bic, and with my arm resting on the
shoulder of the proprietor | spoke of the
crops and asked If generally people about
| there regarded the farmer movement us
in any way threatening to the other two
| great parties. He did not seem to know.
| watched the coachman who was 10
drive me as he changed his clothes. so
| civ Ironna1-'S MI in
| grandeur.
One thing liked about France was
that the people Were willing, at slight
advance on the regular price, to treat a
very ordinary man with unusual respect
ard esteem. This surprised and delight
ed me beyond measure, and often told
people there that did not begretch the
additional expense. The coachman was
also hostler, and when the carriage was
ready he changed his clothes by remov-
ing a coarse, gray shirt or tunic and put
ting on long, olive green coachman's
coat, with erect linen collar ard cuffs
sewed into the collar and sleeves. he
wore a high hat that was much better
than mine, as is frequently the case with
coachmeu and their employers. Ny
coachman gives me his silk hat when he
gets through with it in the spring and
fall So am better dressed than used
to be.
But we were going to say word re-
gsrding the porcelain works at Sevres.
1t is a modern building and is under the
government now. The museum is filed
with the most beautiful china dishes
and funny business that one could well
imagine. Besides. the pottery ever since
its construction has retained its models,
ard they of course are worthy of a days
study. The "Sevres blue" is said to be
a little bit bluer than anything else in
the known world except the man who
starts the nonpareil paper in the plea
town.
was careful not to break any of these
vases and things, and thus endeared my
self to the foreman of the place. All
employees are uniformed and extremely
deferential to recognized ability. Prac-
tically, for half day / owned the place.
\ cattle friend Of mine who was look
ing for dynasty whose tail he cosld
twist while in Europe. and who used
often to say over our glass of rin ordi-
noire (which | have since learned is not
the best brand at alb. that nothing would
tickle him more than ''to have little