The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1911-11-22

ne carried a letter from d woman III
New England who claimed she was a
WIDOW and anxious to marry. Pressed
for an explanation of this epistle the
bewildered Tcuton declared that it was
the result of correspondence opened
up win MIN some months ago by a
matrimonial bureau, which he says
undertakes to find wealthy wives for
Impoverished noblemen in Germany
who desire to improve their financial
position through congenial marriages.
As man of education and culture,
the baron says he did not anticipate
being obliged to subscribe to the
same conditions that regulate the adj
mission or ordinary immigrants. ANY,
way he intended to stay only long
enough to see his fair correspondent
and ascertain if she was what she
was represented to be in the way of
position, money and general eligibility
as wife. But Uncle Sam stepped il.
and busted his romance in the embryo
Now he is awaiting the arrival of
money from relatives in the old coun-
try to guarantee that he will never
become a menace or charge to the
community
Fanny Crosby. the 92-year- old blind
poetess whose appealing hymns have
moved millions for years in every
country where Christians worship, was
the object of an unusual demonstration
the other evening among the denizens
of the underworld on the Bowery. The
Bowery mission, which is to New York
what the barracks of the Salvation
Army in the Whitechapel district of
london are to the English, commemor-
ated the 32nd anniversary of it's or
ganization with special exercises and
invited a number of distinguished per-
sonages to participate in them, among
them the blind poetess. The body of
the auditorium was filled with the
driftwood of humanity, old and young
men, who caught in the swrling back
wash of society had been literally
picked up in the cutters and through
sympathetic treatment, clean clothes
and helping hand had been put
back on their feet. Reclaimed in
whole or in part, with the CLINT of
hope in their swollen and bloodshot
eyes. they presented a pathetic picture
of the proletariot struggling for re-
agement of his stronger brother In
honor of Miss Crosby only the songs
she has made internationally famous
were sung. Some old revivalists who
were present say they never heard
them rendered with more spirit and
fervor. Those who observed her no.
ticed n flush of citation on the pale
and wrinkled cheeks of the nonagenar-
ian authoress as the cracked and rust
ed voices of the human derelicts in the
auditorium joined in the swelling
chorus. Although she could not see the
faces of the unfortunates around her
moved by the stirring words and mu-
sic of her hymns, the scene was de-
scribed to her by a companion and the
poetess expressed herself as immense
ly pleased.
At the request of the men Miss
Crosby spoke briefly to them on the
wretchedness of a life of abandon
ment In the streets, and the peace and
comfort and JOY of the normal life to
which the half-starved castoffs whose
roof is the blue skies, whose bed the
dew trimmed grass of the parks or the
hard floor of an open doorway. and
food the forage of ash barrels, eagerly
assented. Following the ceremonies
the men We're led down into the base
ment where they were treated to sand
wiches and large doses of hot coffee
after which they skunk away into the
neighboring lodging houses for a
sound nights rest For Miss Crosby
it was the greatest night in her long
and varied career among the Off
shoots of society.