Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-08-17

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Every much indeed. didn't try to
do too much. l simply stuck to Eng
land, Holland, France and Italy.
There's lots of Europe for me to see
yet"
''Tell me all about the Journey"
'I'd like TO, but, you see, I've been
asked to write it myself, and I'm sure
you'd take the edge off my narrative"
IF you don't look out, Mr.. Reed,
you'll become"-
81 know what you mean," interrupted
the ex-Speaker. 81 am liable to be
ranked among the literary fellers.'
As proof that the aspirant to mem
bership of the Fellowcraft Club is In
error in supposing that he would spoil
his magazine article, will not write a
single word that he desired to keep for
his narrative, emitting some choice
etchings of Roman life; the rambles
during the moonless nights about the
watery streets of Venice In the bier-like
gondOlas; that episode in the Pltti Pal
ace at Florence, the Partisan genre
sketch of service at the Madeline
within and without; the chat with the
stable boy at Avignon, who owned
one Of the Pope's mules, or one
Just as good; the carnival at
Antwerp and the gay dominoes-
especially the one in the gray cOwl; the
modest little model on the steps at Capri
who spoke excellent English in the
solemn style, as if she had lived in Phil
adelphia or met Quaker somewhere;
the never-to-be. forgotten dinner-but
let these all pass. They belong to the
history Of the Speakers trip, and Heav-
en- forbid that 1 should lay a vandal
hand upon them. The invasion of Italy
by the Jolly Car is fit theme for an
epic, and with apologies to Nine. de
StaeD it might begin something like
this or worse:
Cradle OF Letters Mistress Of the World
Land Of the Sun! Italial salute thee
How soft hath grown the splendid human race
Since it did dof thy yoke-Oh. come to oroer.
What l have said will, know, arouse
the widest curiosity to read the Speak
er's article. 1t will enable him to
double the price. hope so, for | mean
TO keep off" and recite only the Incl
dents that fell unnoticed, like the drops
of water from the vestal's seive.
ART OF VARIOUS KINDS.
French art did not impress the visitor.
He went to the Salon several times, but
the pictures did not please him as did
the paintings at Burlington HouSe-and
he's no Anglo-maniac. Of the canvaseS
there he retains striking recollection
of Sargent's "Carmenceta, which he
says is very lifelike. forgot to ask if
the dizzy terrace scene, associated with
a lady of similar name at dance hall
in New York, were used as a back
ground. l hope not. Everybody who
has been in Spain knows that each city
has its Carmencita. They outnumber
the tOreadOres, but do not outclaSS them
by big handicap. There used to be
pretty woman at-but let that pass.
Speaking of women, Mr.. Reed was
much impressed by the honest, simple
hearted women of the bourgeoise in the
provinces. They are religious, house
wifely and.fathful-so far as he knows.
Most of them can tell their beads back
ward as well as forward, and every lady
the ex-Speaker met had already been
awarded the rOSiere, or was about to OBJ
tain it. forgot to ask the Speaker if
rOSieres were to be recommended for the
free list.
ANTHONY AND THE CARDINAL.
''I stopped off at Avignon on my jour
ney from Monte Carlo-I mean Marseil
les" resumed the ex-Speaker, as he
lovingly caressed a Paris edition of
"Lettres de Mon Moulin" "for no other
purpose than to visit the place where
The Pope's Mule was stabbed. Daudet
never wrote anything quite up to that
story. Why, l have told it 4 dozen
times, and even when recounted in my
imperfect ways it has made hit every
time. Nobody has 'kicked'-not even
the mule. The quaint old walled town
is redolent of the middle ages. As
wandered about its narrow and not
over clearly streets. felt that it was
the place for romance writers-nO refer
ence TO Washington correspondentS-
TO live. Take care, Anthony, don't
scratch yourself against that missal. 1t
belonged to Cardinals can be seen
by the coat of arms and the color Of the
binding. 1t is in an excellent state of
preservation, too good for book of
$685. Tween us, l fear it wasn't used
as much as il ought to have been. The
wine Of the Rhone Valley is very fine,
you know.
"But here is treasure that brought
back" exclaimed the traveller, as he
took up from a dainty writing desk a
beautifully bound libellG, printed at
Bologna in 1850. Examination showed
that il was an grafton, more properly a
l Tho hoonffFnl LNli1o no
Sedani, who had died from poison-ad
ministered presumably by the hand of
a rival to a gay deceiver's heart.
A DEAD, BUT DEATHLEss LOVE.
II have been seized with a passion to
find out the history of this poor young
girl" said Mr.. Reed. "Here is the
'Dctionarie Universel,' but there is
only bare mention OF her. See
Painter, author; born 1858, died 1865
She died, therefore, at the age of
twenty-seven. l found some of her
paintings still preserved In the best gal
lerieS of Italy. There's one in the
Ufzzi Gallery at Florence, think; GER
tainly in one of the Florentine CALLER
! les-any guide book will tell which.
But who poisoned her?"
II give 1t up, Mr.. Reed. She must
have been Marie Bashkirtseff, a
Corinne or Nine. Ratazzi Of her day"
Indeed she must, and l want to
know all about her. The power of
the press, for certain good purposes, is
great. appeal to the Worlds readers
for information about this goor girl,
who was poisoned at the age of
MISREPRESENTATION the had attained
immortality in her art. Tell anybody
who knows about her to write me. Poor
/ girl, my heart bleedS for her. Her case
was as sad as that Of Adrienne Lecou-
vereur, and the world has wept over