The New York herald., 1922-12-24

steaded" and fenced and one must drive
fifty miles to reach a spot one-fourth
that far by the old untrammeled trails.
The Marquis's chapel is opened once a
month for services; the brick house built
for Baron" Won Hoffman has long since
been presented to an honored retainer;
the old hotel burned years ago. The pack
ing plant, meeting a like fate. has also
passed into oblivion Only the tall smoke
stack remains to typify the lofty aims of
the man who built it. A monument to
Roosevelt has recently been started in the
public square, but the spirit of the Mar
quis must be content with the forlorn
chimney as a memorial.
Picture of the Chateau.
But, up on the opposite bank of the
Little Missouri, stands landmark that
will hold interest as long as zone stick
remains The old chateau, it's contents
virtually intact for more than thirty years,
has altered but little with the passing
years. A few months ago caretakers were
allowed to turr into a tea room and
tourist lodge o shade of departed de
Mores
When steps into the Chateau de
Mores. one drops like cloak the con-
sciousness that this is the age of radio
and airplane. One goes in spirit back to
the time when culture" meant enjoyment
of the comforts of home" Or one is
transported to foreign parts"-strange
paned interior doors; high ceilings; odd
cubby holes; an abundance of fireplaces.
The canopied bed of Madame de Mores
stands as it did when, as the wife of a
wouldbe empire builder, she sumbered
there. The elaborate private suite OF the
Madame and the Marquis looks out upon !
the broad veranda above the Little
Muddy One can almost see the beauti-
full gorgeous haired little woman as, with
face pressed anxiously against the window,
she watched the progress of the gigantic
venture launched by the husband to
whom she was always loyal
One room is entirely given over to maps
of the West-maps that bear old notations
such as: Western Dakota" Northeast
ern Wyoming" Southeastern Montana"
Strange names appear and much space
is devoted to designating good grazing"
Typical cattle country maps they are In
another room one finds French books
French books only. Here, doubtless with
Hugo, and Flaubert and Voltaire and Du-
mas the Marquis soothed the pangs of
homesickness.
The big living room, still lighted by can
die and lamp, was >heated-one wonders
how adequately-by a corner fireplace
Around the walls are evidences of the de
Mores skill with rod and gun. And in
this room, too. are quantities of books
books that bespeak superior taste. Cop
les of Josephus; classics fooled in real
gold; magazines left as they were dis
carded by the last reader-sometime in
the middle SOS. The Madame's paintings
reveal a love of the Badlands and are not
without merit as works of art And there
are silver plate and silver luster and fine
old porcelain ware
The windows are covered with heavy
curtains and priceless French drapes. And
there is relic room in which one sees
pack saddles rifles bearing the de Mores
coat of arms; bear traps; Indian handi-
work; the mammoth ice box built for the
stock of fine French wines that were an
indispensable part of the daily menu.
Outside, in a marvellous state of repair
rests the old hunting coach. It seems to
be waiting to carry the Marquis and the
Madame out among the "castellated hills"
and fantastic terraces" after buffalo or