Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-01-15
PHOTOGRAPHY IN Tibet.
A woman's PerIIous map shot ut Budd-
hist Temple.

hist Temple.
Amateur photography is not in high
favor ia Thibet The residents OF Tar
chendo were lately thrown into q great
state of excitement by the arrival OF q
European woman with a camera. She
made her appearance riding down the
dirty, narrow, winding main street
astrde diminutive pony, followed by
her cavaliers clad In flannels and straw
hats, and seated on sorry mules.
When she came to an imposing look
ing building, the town house OF the Su-
perintendent, she dismounted and tried
to set up her camera, but in vain. The
crowd so harrassed her that she found
il Impossible. Then she endeavored TO
induce some native priests 10 have their
portraits taken. But the very idea ter
ritied them, for they are the most alb
jectly superstitious people In the world,
and taking their picture means to their
minds robbing them Of their souls.
But the artists ambition had been
fred by the knowledge that two years
before an Englishman visiting the coun-
try had failed 10 take single photo
graph, although he had made several
attempts. AT length she got her stand
fixed In a corner Of the courtyard. and
her companions having driven of the
rabble, she managed to secure good
view OF the Buddhist temple. As
she was moving OF half
dozen fierce Thibetan dogs, let
loose meanwhile, u hei up, seized h. r
staff with their teeth, wrested it away
from her, and she was only saved from
further molestation By her companions,
who succeeded in keeping the dogs at
bay and escorting her through the gate
way. The scowling priests stood round
like statues, draped 10 their crimson
scarfs and never moved finger to call
the dogs of or render assistance.
BE Was Flung at the Widow.
There was a queer. little old man at
the central market the other morning
who took huekster into his confidence
after bit and said:
Pm a-thinkin' of gittln' married
agin. Seems TO be lots o. wimen In De-
troit, and l didn't know but what yon
might recommend me to some one."
"Purty old, amt you?" queried the
huckster.
"Oh, no. hain't but four days over
70 and that's only middle-aged. Why.
fellers eighty years old are stepping of
every dayr'
"Want a gal or widow"
"A wilder. No gals for mo. Gals
hain't settled in their minds, you know.
Jest kinder fling me at some wilder
about 40 years DID,"
"Proptery?"
might have little, but her iove and
society is the main object. Want some
one to kinder pat me on the back when
l feel lonesome, you see."
The huckster gave him the address
OF a widow on Champlain street who
used TO have a stall on the market. and
asked him to come back and report how
he was received.
"You bet will" chuckIed the old
man. "Mebbe I'll have you go with me
to pick out the engagement ring-eh?
I'll be back In an hour"
He was back In twenty minutes. He
was carrying collar and necktie In one
hand, and holding his buttonless vest
together with the other.
"Hi How did you come out?" called
the huchater as he got sight OF him.
''Sir, are you talking to me?" demand
ed the old man with great dignity.
''Of course / am! Was 1t go?"
"Sir, ] never saw you before In my
life, and you keep your distance or I'll
have you run in!' holly exclaimed tho
old man as he walked on and revealed
the fact that his coat was split up the
back and one boot heel was missing.
"How about the ring?" shouted the
huckster.
But the other never turned. He had
been flung at widow, and be was go
ing straight home to repair damages
and think over Ii.