Evening star., 1914-12-27

There probably method in this kind of madness.
Another story about his first secretary, who was
an American. That gentleman fell asleep evening
after dinner and awoke to find his master carefully
cutting off his mustache,a uxuriant affair which he'd
been years raising and of which he inodnately
proud A dreadful row followed revolvers were drawn,
and shots fired.
Brown adopted kind of water punishment for his
that held about gallon of water, creep up to his
when they were asleep, and suddenly deluge them.
The London correspondent of New York paper
sent me down to investigate these stories.
MY first business when got to Bnghtingsea to
IVA confirm them first hand Then l made up my
mind to pay a visit to Brown on his yacht heard
that he cordial at times, and the fact that he
was alone the vessel did not deter l engaged
fisherman with his dory to take me to the yacht,
which lay about half mile out in the harbor.
We pulled round to the leeward side of the vessel,
and were about to land at the stairs when looked up
and gowering down at me from the railing near
the foremast shrouds huge face with brown eyes that
seemed to be set in mask of curly black whskers.
The shoulders and chest of the about the
size of chfonner, and his arms which rested the
railing resembed great cables His hands were
nous, and covered with black hair. Altogether had
so fearful looking creature in the guse of
a man before l don't think l startled in
my life thought of the secretary and the water cure,
and instantly changed my mind about going aboard,
and gave orders to the boatman to pull back to shore
quickly as he could.
made tracks for the first train for London Imagine
how shocked when, ensconced in the corner of
second-cass compartment, the towering figure of
Brown pass down the platform. 1 drew close into my
corner fearful that he would discover me- for l
seized with sudden conviction that he thought l
a spy from his American family, and that he going
to do me up.
No sooner had he passed my compartment than, much
relieved, 1 looked out and to my disnay and terror
Of
car next the engine and making his way down toward
the rear of the train l pulled my hat my eyes
and pretended to be asleep. Suddenly the light
shut out from the window, and felt that Brown
scrutinizing peeked out from under the brim of
my hat Sure enough, there he was, his great bulk
filling the window, his savage eyes staring in.
Evidently he satisfied that l was the man he
AFTER for without word he entered the compartment
took seat next to the door, and proceeded to glover
at me- Unfortunately the train an express through
to London, and 1 couldn't escape. l cannot express
the terror that felt during the whole ride sometimes
going at the rate of mile minute, with that awful
creature sitting there glowerng at me. unarmed
and although athletic fellow match for this semi
maniac. However, when we pulled into London, Brown
left the without much look at me, and ds-
appeared into the crowd
am that he never intended to do me bodily
harm but only to scare me.
PUT there one case where failed to get inter
view when neither directness conservatism would
have saved the day. When Oliver Wendell Holmes died
sent to get from the most prominent literary
of London expressions of sentiment in regard to
the art and personality of that amiable man. Among
others whom 1 to Justin Mccarthy, the
historian, statesman, and old particular friend of the
author of the "Autocrat of the Breakfast Table;
expected something peculiarly intimate and interesting
from him. Furthermore Mr.. Mccarthy had always
been of the greatest friendship with my paper
and had refused to any of its representatives
Imagine my surprise then, reaching his house and