Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-02-04

forbidding lines of countenance. In
| manner the most capiious could
find no fault. There is blending of
the suave and the self-respecting that
fills you with admiration, as well as
makes you wonder that the possessor
of it is not president without the
vice.
Altogether my experience here con-
firms my belief that the folk best en-
titled to put on frills are those who
do put on the fewest number of them.
Here is a story in exemplifcation.
Few men in the city are supposed to
be more reserved and unapproach-
able than Henry G. Marquand, pres
ident of the Metropolitan Museum OF
Art. Not long since two Western
women visited that institution with
out guide. Naturally they were
somewhat at sea, and in this dilem-
ma, with Western frankness, asked
some bit of information of a gray
haired gentleman standing by. He
not only gave it cheerfully, but took
them all about, showing them all
that was to be seen and making them
feel that he was receiving, not rem.
dering a kindness. Presently he
left them with a word of apology,
when one of them asked his name of
the nearest attendant. "That gray
haired gentleman, O! that was Mr.
Marquand; he's often around here
like that" said the man, The warm
est possible friendship exists betwixt
the Marquand family and that OF ex
President Cleveland, who is Mr..
Marquand's tenant and next door
neighbor. The houses are in East
Sixty-eighth street, just off Central
Park. That region, as well as the
corresponding one on the west side,
is very much affected by swell! resi-
dents. But Fifth avenue has not lost
its vogu", nor is it likely to while ii
claims the Vanderbilts, G. p. Hun
tingdon and Jay Gould among its in
habitants. Mr.. Huntingdon's new
house, now just about complete, is a
miracle of costly ugliness outside,
though no doubt entirely magnificent
within. 1t is tremendously ornate
all over corners, gables, fam
lights, columns, balconies, etc., and !
might look fairly decent set in wide
grounds amid orange and myrtle,
under Italian skies, but in the bold
of a city corner lot, is
merely mountainous tumble of
stone and shadows.
Perhaps you horsemen will like to
hear somewhat of Sunol5 quarters.
| have not seen he phenomenon
herself, but have several times called
on Maud S. at home in the same
spot. 1t is a two,story brick build
ing, facing the street and large
enough to house a whole tenement
colony. There are wide, fan lighted
1oors, giving upon a roomy passage
way, either side of which are big
box stalls, exquisitely clean and bed
led kneep-deep with bright straw.
saw Dexter-old, half blind and
ill.tempered-in one
IF them little while before he died.
He was so stiff he could barely get |
Up, but staggered at you with ears
laid back, the minute you {
opened the door. Edwin Forrest
behaved beautifully, but Startle was
! bit sulky. Maud S. behaved as be-
anne queen, greeting you with l
lately gentleness, permitting her.
elf to be petted, and nibbling sugar
rom your palm with the daintiest '
race possible. Mr.. Bonner is never L
o happy as when talking horse, and c
here is hardly a surer ave.
ue to his acquaintance than
he speech of Kentucky or Ten u
essee, which he recognizes as dis c
inctly that of the horse country. :
My pen runs away; there is so a
luchI would like to talk about. b
Iaybe I'll write again another day.
THos. MCCULLoCH WILLIAMS.