The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1894-01-11

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of tiger. Stanley, it is true, roamed
around in Africa for some time, rescu-
ing people, it is said, even leaving line
of negro cemeteries behind him in Or
der to forcibly rescue man who was
perfectly comfortable and seeking Sc
clusion at the time, but Stanley is not,
strictly speaking, an American, except
for lecturing purposes.
The Englishman, however, loves to
chase elephants for the sport of it and is
all the time looking for place where
no other white man has ever been be-
fore. And yet sometimes he believes
things that no one else would swallow
On the Paris, for instance, there returned
in October young man who had been
told before leaving London by an Amer
ican-l think it was Bret Harte-that no
one should think Of going to Chicago
without ample protection, for although
Americans had a protective policy it did
not help foreigners. AS understand it,
Mr.. Harte told this young man that he
should be we'll armed, and in addition
for running about of evenings he should
Siberian sleuth hound that had been
dieting for few years.
Mr.. Harte told the young man-whose
name was Asscott-Asscott, Esq.-that
he should sleep on his arms while at
Chicago and never get out of sight Of
his dog.
Asscott-Asscott bought himself a dog
hot ho1 OF, hr,f fno
lures. Her name was Marie Antoinette.
Marie Antoinette was about eight hands
high and had a big bloodshot eye.
Where the other eye had been there was
only damp slot.
Asscott-Asscott devoted the months
of July and August to gradually getting
acquainted with Marie Antoinette and
convincing her that his attentions were
Of an honorable character and not
offered simply as means of killing
time. Before there was an understand
ing between them Asscott-Asscott had
been three or four times in the surgeons
hands, and places where he had been
duted and pinked by Marie Antoinette
were caught back and gathered with
surgeons silk of different shades, so
that he has daisies now and black eyed
Susans embroidered all over him from
designs by Marie Antoinette.
He came home Disguised, however,
for the police would not let him into
the fair grounds with Marie Antoinette,
and they disarmed him also, so that he
would not distract peoples attention
from the Ferris wheel. He came back
on the Paris, as l said, and if you do
not believe what say of him you may
ask Nugent Robinson of 142 West Nine
ty-ffth street, New York, q. S. A. ]
do not make hasty statements without |
proof.
Literary London is most charming
and most generous. The Authors club |
is situated in the heart of the universe |
according to the Englishman's idea
viz, near Charing Cross. You leave the
station, and passing the Metropole on
the left you enter Whitehall court, where
you will find the clubrooms convenient
for all points Of interest about the great
city. The club is most kindly to stran-
gers and not to-" pernicketty," as wesay
in North Carolina, or Caroline du Nord,
as the French have it. Some pretty
lightweight authors are entertained at
the Authors club. ~ The name of one of
them will be found at the foot of this
letter.
Its officers are most thoroughly in
earnest in making it success. Walter
Besant is vice president. He met me
there. ...
Douglas Sladen, the globe trotting
poet now with Mr.. Jerome on The Idler,
is the honorable secretary. Both he and
Jerome are extremely busy, but never
too much SO to greet the pilgrim from
the States and give him joy.
Jerome looks young to be famous,
but he labors his regular number of
hours and then flies home to the place
where his heart is, which is in a beauti-
full part Of London. went there to
dine one evening, but did not take Clar-
ence along to show me the way. That
is why I fetched up at Hammersmith.
] also had Mr.. Jerome's and Mr.. Sla-
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