Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-06-04
IN NEW YORK.
The Texas Girl Exhibiting Her
Native Curiosity
TO AN ADMIRING PUBLIC.
Alice and Jim Bexar in the New York Park.
An Emotional Afternoon-tIusic and
Monkeys-Jim's Disagree
able Mischief.
Special Correspondenee OF 1he Gazette.

Special Correspondence OF the Gazette.
New YORK, May 2O-I enjoy taking jim
about, much as fond mamma or proud
nurse enjoys displaying beautiful, pre-
cocious and elegantly dressed baby. He Is
so big and handsome and attracts so much
admiring attention that l feel / shine some
what, too, in reflected glory. It's true he
does, occasionally, attract almost too much
attention and get little ''obstropolous. !"
but not often; and every pleasure in life
must have some little compromising draw
back. We went up TO Central park last
the place IN It's spring suit. and to see ana
hear all that IS there to be seen and heard
the Seventh regiment band. the museum,
the menagerie, the crowd, etc.
We passed by a bench in a retired nook
where sat a nurse maid with her charge
and gentleman. The girl was unmistaka-
bly, German, with a skin like a wild rose,
fiaXen hair and large, gentle blue eyes. 1t
was the face of simple, ingenious child,
in which every thought and emotion was
reflected from the moment of its birth. Her
color came and went, she rolled the baby
back and forth nervouSiy; and alternately
The big blue eyes were cast down and raised
to those of the man beside her--half fright
ened, halt, pleased. He was a good-looking,
elegantly dressed young gentleman; and he
leaned toward her and spoke in a low voice
and in her own soft German.
FAUST AND MARGUERITE" SAID l.
''Oh, You know 'eml' inquired Jim.
''Ees.' ] returned, when / see them
The crowd was enormous. There were
ali sorts and conditions of folk. and every
Imaginable variety of costume, gait and
bearing. I enjoy this sort of thing i'm
mensely when alone, but the comments of
the free and fearless Arab at my side lent
a new piquancy and spirit to the amuse
ment.
We went up as close as we could to the
pavilion. where the band was playing some
operate selection or piece of semi-classic
music. | wanted TO hear, but 1t was almost
impossible on account of the restless NOV
ing of thousands of fee, and the intermit
tent murmuring of thousands of voices.
The piece ended. After Il pause, note
like the sublimation and GENERALIZATION of
4 bird tone sailed out across the vast crowd.
1t was a Diccolo solo. Sweet Home"
When the Swallows" or :" Suwanee
River: at first the simple air. then
through again and again. with every sort of
dainty ornament and fanciful variation.
The crowd pressed noiselessly close and
listened i'll rapt silence to the exquisite
strains, with their accompaniment OF swish
-SwiSh-Swishing feet, very soft and In
distinct, on more distant walks. ! looked
around at the faces near me: all We're
touched and melted by the same feeling:
none was so hOmely. so coarse or evil, but
it showed a trace. a glimpse, shadowing
of divine origin-its heavenly nativity. As
for jim. the big brown eyes We're full of
tears: and when the player ceased, he re-
marked that the sun was in our eyes-we d
better move,
Yes. " said I. I'm mashed as fat as a
paper doll now
THE MUSEUM WAS CLOSED
and we went on to the menagerie. As we
came within sight of the carpivora cages
u magnificent lion rose, stretched his head
upward and roared out his measiness and
distress again and again. As L looked at
the superb and terrible beast. smaller,
tawny head emerged a little from behind
his. 1t was the honess rubbing her cheek
against his in mute tenderness and sym
pathy. He raised his head again and NUT
tered once or twice, but finally turned his