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HOW IT FEELS TO BE SHOT

Interesting Interviews with Wounded Senators and Members of Congress. Ssnators Uandersonk Coclsrell, Butler, Daniel, Blair.Millerand Hawley Joe Wbeelerand ilajor Towell Swapping GIoycs. Cftrrespocdrsce of t? IXMiiaoapona Journal. Washington. Aug. 15. -This week I have talked with twenty wounded members of the Senate and Hon.se as to the sensation "which results from being shot in battle. I find that a great many receired wounds, even mortal wounds, without being conscious of a hart at the time. The degree of pain experienced by those who are conscious of a wound depends muoh on "what Tart of the body it struck and much on the temperament and sensibility of the person injured. "The severest pain I ever experienced in "battle," said Senator Cock re lb "who was "Wounded three times, "was canscd by a bullet that did not hit me at all. I was Tiding at the head of iny regiment when it passed under my chin with a devilish "whistle and a slash like a saber stroke It tung me like a red-hot iron, and I thought it had cut my throat, bat on putting up my hand it only canght a lot of whiskers that "had been cut oft, There was no blood and 3i o harm. I was shot through the arm and through both legs in the same battle, breakins the bone, but none of these clips hurt lialf as much as the bullet that did not hit me. In fact, while my right leg became suddenly benumbed. 1 did Dot suspect till ialf an hour afterward that a bullet had tfone through my left leg, too. The boys discovered it when ihey were carrying me tl. It had not pained roe in the least. I aiidn't know it was touched." 'Senator Manderson was severely wounded several times. "How much it hurts depends on wher yon are hit." he aid. "I was on horseback when I was struck at Lovejoy's Station, and for some minutes it felt as it a charge of red-hot coals had been shot into me. for it struck the vital center the spine. Presently I began to feel benumbed in my extremities, and the men carried me otl on their guns. Hut one of my men had a finger shot oti and didn't , know it. lie was lying in his tent pointing up at something, when a comrade said: 'Look, at your finirer, Joe! What's the mattor?' Hello!' suddenly exclaimed the late owner of that member. 'Somebody must Live shot it oft !' " In reply to a question. Senator Manderso n said: "Manifestations of extreme fear in battle were not common. I thiuk the soldier generally feels that he personally is in the charmed rone of safety that his "body is where bullets do not come, but that if he wero to move much either way he would get into danger. 1 never could get rid of that notion." I saw the first meeting after the war between General Wheeler. M. C. of Alabama, jind Major Fowe il, director of the United States Geological Survey, who had a noted artillery duel at Meridian, Miss., some years earlier. "Von are not a large man. General," said Major Powell, surveying his former antagonist of live feet six. "No; nature was not very generous in my ' case." said the ex-confederate. "But 1 have stood opposite to you," said Powell, "wheu 1 thought you must be at least seventeen feet high, for just as I got my batteries wheeled up on the bill that commanded your position, one of your solid shot howled closo by my side and went through three of my men, killing them in their tracks. It was a terrible sight. I ultimately drove you oil. but the work of that cannon-hall haunted mo loug." Major Powell and General Hooker, M. C, of Mississippi, faced each other at Vicksburg. and both came ont of the war minus an arm Hooker having lost his left and ' l'owell his right. Now they are good friends, and for some years they have exchanged gloves: each, on buying gloves, presenting to the other the superlluous slove of the absent hand. In this way each Las twice as many aloves as he buys. It is a pathetic reciprocity. Gen. D. 13. Henderson, the handsome Scotch Kepresentative, lost a leg at Corinth, but he handles his artificial limb so well that few guess his injury. Joe Cannon was the champion congressional dancer when Henderson first came up from Iowa, and he had everything his own way at the .NatiouaL. Joe had seen him on crutches, and was sorry for him, but when David came bowing into the ball-room one night without any support but his two very agile feet, and selected one of Cannon's favorite partner's for the mazy labyrinths of the gentian, the giddy waltzer of Danville leaned against the door-post paralyzed, and let his little linger wander helplessly down the Beam of his pants. The more or less disjointed David was belle of the ball. Henderson was shot in the head (a nearly fatal wound, for it almost severed the jugular) at Fort Donelson, and in the foot at Corinth, six months later. "How does it feel to be wounded!" said the General, repeating my question. "Not very pleasant. When 1 wan struck in the head I almost immediately lost consciousness and escaped the tirst mere pains. The second wound was quite different. The ball entered betweeu the second and third toes and traversed my eutirefoot. lean describe the sensation only by snying that it seemed as if 1 bad been struck a whack by one of the largest planets, or as if some lunatic comet had strayed ont of its orbit nnd selected me for its particular victim. It was a feeliug of such comprehensive collapse and bewilderment that it seemed as If 1 should never recover from the immediate shock. Then came the sensation of iaintness resulting from loss of blood and the pain. The only liquor 1 tasted during the whole war was that given to rae after Corinth. They thought It staved off the lock-jaw." "How does it feel to be shot?" asked Colonel Stone. M. C. of Kentucky, who goes about with one leg and two crutches. 1 don't know. I was on Morgan's raid, and in the right of June 11. at Cynthiana, I got my hit. I didn't feel the stroke and didn't know I was hit, but I knew that rav walking machinery was out of gear. All I felt was a slight twitch of tho bullet at my trousers-leg. such as a cat might make with a playful claw to remiud me she was there. But I could not stand on mv leg and its feeling was suddenly deadened. 1 felt the loss of its support and tried to brace myself with my gun. Then 1 knew I must fall, and I twisted ami fell np MIL I lay on the field all day and all night." "Did yon ever dodue, Colonel?" "Yes, I never failed to dodge, but I suppose it did no good. You cannot see any sort of missile, and you cannot hear the spit of a bullet wheu it is comiug, but only when it is going." It isn't the luck of every man who has been three times succefully made a target, and the fourth timn slashed with a word, to come out with his body as sound ms the day he entered the service. That's the luck experienced by Hon. James Laird, of Nebraska, who. besides having the usual number of arms and legs possessed by other mortals, has for years been counted physically oue of tho most powerful men in" the House, At Gaines's Mill, Jnne 27, 18(L Mr. Laird, a private soldier, was shot through the right lung. At Gettysburg he received llesh wounds in the head and right Lg; at Laurel Hill. Va.. May 8. 1G4. in a baud to hand encounter during anight attack, a confederate sabro cut an ugly gush in his right leg. and at Hatcher's Kuu, V.., Feb. . lJHiS. bis horse was shot under hi oi and he was shot through the right foot. Tha worst wound of the series was that received at Gainer's Mill, when a bail from a smooth-bore musket ploughed its way through bis right lung. "It's luck." bo said to me. "that it was a smooth bore and not a ride hall, else it would have torn me ail to pieces. As it was, wheu the ball eutered my body it felt very much as if I was on fire, and at tho point where tun ball entered aud emerged the paiu was awful. 1 started ahead with the regirneut again, hut 1 wai wwiu choking from internal hemorrhage and had to give up." 'Which is the worse, to be shot or abered!" 1 asked. "A. ball .wound, as a. general thing. 1

don't think men feared cold steel as much as they did lead, although they bad a horror of a knife or any weapon which would niahe a jagged wound." "Did you ever experience any fear?" "I can't say that I did, because, to use a commercial expression. I had discounted my lifoin advance when I entered the service, but every time 1 faced the music it produced a certain constrained physical eflect. There was a tightening of the muscles and a contraction of the heart, something like tho seusation a man experiences when he takes a plunge in very cold water." Kepresentative Anderson, of Iowa, was wounded twice and was not certain of it either time. "1 felt hurt the tirst time, but didn't know where I was wounded," he said, "and I rode on ana placed the regiment in line. Then it was found that I had been wounded in the left leg by a piece of shell. On tho second occasion a mime ball struck my right thumb. As before, I didn't know where I had been bit, hut I felt a fainting sensation about the Kit of ray stomach and concluded that the all had gone into my body. It was a great relief when I found that it was my thumb." Senator Hawlev entered the war for the Umou as a private and came out as majorgeneral in command of Richmond, but he was never hit. "Have come pretty near it," be said. "Horses shot under me and clothes touched here and there, but never actually scratched. I made up my mind it was of no use to dodge, for 1 saw one of my men dodge behind a tree once as we were moving up a hill towards Richmond, and be fell dead in his tracks after he got behind the tree, apparently all safe." Colonel Herbert, in the House from Alabama, stopped four bullets, the last one, at short range, rendering his left arm useless. "It felt," he says, "inst as if my shoulder had been seared with caustic: in fact, 1 believe the ball waa still hot when I interrupted its flight." Gen. William C. Oates, member of Congress, of Alabama, was one of the worst shot men who lerved on either side, and yet lived to tell the tale. He was severely wounded six times, and left his right arm in front of Richmond, after taking part in twenty-seven battles. He was tirst shot in his right arm, then in his right leg, then in the left hip, and completely through the right thigh and hip. then in the head, then in the right arm. When he got this last and most dangerous clip, he was trying to hold Hancock's left in check. "General," I said, "how does it feel to bo wounded!' "When a rafnie-ball strikesyou at a short distance, as the ball did which took oil' my arm. you feel a stunning shock, very much as if a man had struck you with a brickbat. After that yon feel the pain sharp, stinging, cutting, as if a thousand knives were lacerating every nerve, and red-hot coals were consuming your vitals. Then follows a sickening sensation, caused by loss of blood, and if you are fortunate you lose consciousness and forget your pain. After I lost my arm secondary hemmorhage set in. 1 lost so much blood thatl was speechless. The doctors thought I was going to die, and 1 believed so. too. There was a

consultation of some live or six physicians, and they discussed what was best to be done. A certain operation was proposed by one of the surgeons and objected to by the others as being too dangerous, but the one answered that! was bound to die any way, so that it made but little difference what they attempted. They imagined I could not understand what was said, but I did, and my mental faculties were so keen that my whole life came up before me like a flash." Colonel Maish, M. C, of the Nineteenth Pennsylvania district, was wounded early in the morning at the battle of Antietam, where he was acting lieutenant-colonel of the One-hundrcd-and-tbirtieth Pennsylvania Volunteers. A rifle-ball entered his right lung and still remains there, having become encysted. For rive j-ears after he had been wounded the Colonel told me he buttered from severe hemorrhages, and although the wound now doesn't trouble him much, it will indicate the approach of a storm in a rather unpleasant manner. Tho first sharp pain was followed by a dull, heavy, depressing sensation, and he didn't know which was worst. Ho got another leaden confederate souvenir at Chancellorsville afterwards. Colonel Maish has that bullet now, and treasures it highly. It is flattened out from having come iu contact with the bone, and distinctly shows the imprint of the blouse, even the fibre of the cloth through which it passed oil Us way up to his hip. In all the hard fighting General Rosecrans waa not seriously wounded, but death was often at his elbow. One of his aids. Captain Garesche, had his head cut oil by a caunon-ball while riding at his side at the battle of Stone river. Civil-service Commissioner Lyman was in hot fights, and once thought he was wounded, but on unrolling his blanket after the battle (of Fredericksburg) found a bullet wrapped up in the last fold. Senator Miller, of California, has told me about his tough tight. At the battle of Stone river he and his horse wero each shot in the right eye. extinguishing its sight. Miller carried the ball in his head for twenty years, till his death. "It was as serviceable to me as a barometer," he used to say. "There never wss a change in the weather, foul or fair, but I felt it for hours beforehand. I watched not the quicksilver, but the lead." Jo Hooker always claimed that he lost the battle of Chaucellorsville because be was for hours rendered senseless by the shock of a cannon ball which struck a pillar against which he was leaning. 1 called upon him iu hospital, where he nursed his broken foot after the battle of Antietam. Well. General, what do you want to say to the public?" I asked, for 1 was a corre spondent of the New York Tribune. "Yon can say in yonr paper." said the hotheaded soldier, "that Hooker says that Heintzelman is a coward!" That was not the sort of news that the firudent Lincoln would have wanted punished just then, and so I was cheated ont of a good item till both the men were dead. W. A. CROFFUT. m s A GREAT LADY. The Gorgeous Female of the Land of Thibet Her Many Husbauda. Contemporary Review. After half an hour's absence Lhacham returned and resumed her seat. With her right hand she twirled a golden nraver wheel, while with her left she caressed her son, who was seated beside her. She pressed me a train to tako tea and biscuits, and unmn bread made of buckwheat and millet was placed upon my table. At midday she or dered dinner to be brought. Several China cups, alfo maple-knot cups, mounted in gold and silver, were then produced from a chest of drawers in the room, and a cleanlvdressed boy brought in a tray tilled with cups containing uinerent uaiuues. Before beginning I inquired of Lhacbam if there were yak-beef in the dishes. "No. no; all that you see in the plates and cups is made of mutton of the hrst quality. Although we prefer yak-beef to mutton, yet, knowing that you Indians havo a repugnance to this delicacy of Thibet. I or dered our cook not to mix beef with mut ton." I relished tho dishes very much, using chopsticks and the pins which iu Thibet serve for forks. Lhacbam occasionally took a sip or two of tea and converged with me. showing great interest in mv nar rative of ludia marriage customs and fe male seclnsiou. Hut when 1 related to her that in India sometimes one husband had several wives, while tho P'iliug-uatEnirlish) and enlightened natives only had one, she stared at me in wonder. "One wife with only one huKbaud," she exclaimed in comic surprise. "Do you not think that wo Thibetan women are happier than the Indian or P'iliug women, of whom the Indian must be the most miserable!'' "Pray tell me," paid I. "is it not incon venicnt for one wife to have so many bus bands?' "I do not see," observed Lhacham, "how Indian women can possibly be as happy as Thibetan women are. The former have to divide among many tho affection and tho property of their one hueband, whereas in Thibet the housewife, one woman, is tho real mistress of all the joint earnings and inheritance of several brothers. These, her husbands, being sprung from the same mother, aro undoubtedly one. and. there fore, the same Mesh, blood and bones. Their persona are one, though their souls uiiy bo different." . After dinner Lhacham asked me if I would be presented to her chief husbaud, tbe Shahbo. to whom sho said she had already made mention of me. I thanked btr for her gracious kindness and said 1 would avail myself of the honor of a presentation another day.

LIFE AT SARATOGxV SPRINGS

A Gossippy Letter from the Most Fa mous of American Watering-Places. A Delightful Place Where the Rich and Well-to-Po Fass Their Time During the Summer Heats Life Led by some of the Visitors. Correspondence of tbe Indianapolis Journal. New York, Aug. 15. There are more places out of town for a day's recreation immediately accessible to New York than cau be found in the vicinity of any other city of the United States. The tired business man who can get away from his desk at all can get more out of two nights and a day than tbe same kind of a man elsewhere. He can have bis choice of seashore or mountains, of lake, or river, or rail. From 50 cents to $5 will land him anywhere from Coney Island, the Jersey coast and the Alleghenies to Saratoga, Lake George, Lake Champlain and the Adriondacks. "I know of no more agreeable trip than that afforded by tbe day line of steamers on the Hudson. Those magnificent palatial steamboats, the New York aud the Albany, plying between the metropolis and the State capital, are crowded this season of the year. The fare is hut $3, and the scenic treat of the "American Rhine" is oheap at the price. The route is a favorite one for tourists. I noticed while going up the other day that the upper decks swarmed with the same class of people that are seen on tho little Rhine steamers botween Mayence and Cologne. The same women with bundles, and waterproofs, and umbrellas the same men witn field-glasses slung to them, with extn canes and new travelingbags, crooks and Alpine stocks. On the Rhine tho boats are not bigger than an American gentleman's yacht; on the Hudson they are tloating palaces, with restaurants, immense saloons, comfortable state-rooms, orchestras accommodations for half a thousand guests and room enough for double that number. The Hudson river travel is to-day nearly that of the palmy days of the Mississippi. Tho Hudson river itself is in vol ume and dignity as far superior to the Rhine as our boats are to tne om-iasnionea pointed barges of Germany. When it comes to scenery, there are points along the H ndson equal to anything along the Rhine, though lacking the wild and weird romance of the latter historical stream. Tbe creature comforts of travel are, of course, with ns, I could not help but contrast the meal sorved mo iu the splendid restaurant of the Albany, whero at least two hundred guests were being served at once, with tho miserable, stingy table d' bote dinner set in the little crowded cabin of a Rhine boat Another difference also presented itself iu the matter of baggage. On the Hudson river boats is a large compartment aft on the main deck, exactly confronting you as you go aboard, where luggage, bags, bundles, umbrellas, overcoats, etc., are checked free. There is a stack of trunks running along each side of this deck big enough to till an ordinary freight train all checked to destination and handled free. Abroad you must 6it on your possessions all day, like a setting hen, or else pay somebody to watch them. When we speak of the "American Rhine," therelore, let tbe term be understood in tbe broadest American sense. It is only by contrasting these things with the best accommodations of other lands that we can realize aLd fully appreciate our own. From Albany to Saratoga is but a trifle more than an hour and a dollar. You have been just eleven hours 9 to 8 coming up. By rail aloug eitherriver bankyou might have made it in about five hours, but you would pay more money, have less comfort and no enjoyment. Lovely old Saratoga! The thoughts of it bring back tho flutter of fashionable wings, the grand hotels, soundsof music, gay turnouts, splashing fountains, brilliantly-lighted bazars, bare-headed promenaders. the festive roulette wheel, springs and daily races, and over all, and greater than all else, the thick, umbrageous shade of the elm aud maple. If I placed them in their order of attractiveness. I should mention first the gloriousshadesof green that protect every walk and roadway, and yard, and house-front, and country drive.and make the summer life doubly sweet to every living thing. Saratoga is one great sylvan grove, where fauns and fairies disport themselves for a brief season, coming and going with the leaves and flowers. 1 don't know what a genuine fairy would do if charged & a day and the usual extras incidentalto hotel life in Saratoga, but you cannot even imagine a fairy on tho sun-stricken beach of Long Branch, much less even thiuk of such ethereal things at Coney Island, Atlantic City or other seaside resorts. In fact, by the side of Saratoga all of these places are as a new rough pine fence to a granite wall The United States and Grand Union hotels are more substantial aud more closely resemble the continental hotels of the watering places of Germany and Switzerland. But the meals are by no means a9 good, and the prices are much higher here. 1 stopped at the United States, walking around a block to reach my room from tho elevator, sitting down to dinner among acres of tables, and viewing with an indulgent and not hypocritical eye our American hog aristocracy. For these privileges I paid $o a day, for one consecutive daythen 1 moved over to an unpretentious cottage where I got quite as good for 82.50. Tbe United States can seat and feed bOO guests at once, the Grand Union about a thousand. The dinners could be duplicated, except in variety, at any half-dollar table d'hote dining-place in New York. I am a simple diner myself, and abominate the Western hattit of two or three meats and a wholo litter of side dishes. My waiter brought in response to my order about four tablespoonsful of soup two cubic inches of fish, four ouncrs of roast lamb and mint sauce scarcely fit to eat. a quarter of a squab on toast, four thin slices of tomatoes lost in a big china tureen, and some meshed potatoes. In ordinary quantities and well prepared this would have been a substantial meal: as it was, it proved a hollow mockery of a dinner. For this the United States charges 02. By sending the waiter back and waiting half an hour longer you can supplement your first order and get enough to eat. Afterward you will know more and order more. Tho waitiug is not disagreeable if the wine is good and you havo an evo for the wealth and fashion. that surround vou. This meal reminded me of the Wash ington landlord's saying that the profit of hotel-keeping is in the carving. Saratoga has long been a famous resort for public men. I met one at tbe States who has made his mark upon his genera tion, and who is now in hisdecliuingycara. retired from a long and useful public career, loved and respected by everybody who knows him. lhis is the "old war Gov ernor" of Pennsylvania, A. G. Curtin. His friends will be glad to learn that tbe waters and rest of Saratoga have brought him a better condition of health than he eniored last winter. I know of no more interesting talker than Governor Curtin. We sat on one of the broad piazzas one morning after breakfast. He was dressed in a platn business suit, like a Pennsylvania country merchant, but his tall figure, as straight as an arrow, and his noble bearing would command attention anywhere, as they did here, even from those who didn't know him. An ex-conledernte colonel, William A. Hayward, of South Carolina, joined us in conversation. Colonel Hay ward himself is a striking military figure, a man with a history. "There was a time," said the latter, his keen eyes resting on the blue orbs of the sturdy Southerner, "when the people of South Carolina would not have welcomed me down there." "But that time has long since parsed, Governor," quickly replied Colonel Hayward. "Yes, happily. I have been there sir.ee. I wan never better treated, more cordially received in my life than by your people. Wherever I went tho hand of good fellowship was extended iu a manner 1 fchall Xiever forget." "Bravo men who did their duty as they understood it," responded the gallant exconfederate," are the same very where.

Among them there is no NoTth and no South."

"True. true. It reminds me of a scene I witnessed at Spottsylvauia. Riding over the battle-field after that action 1 came across a wounded Pennsylvania soldier. He was leaning against a stump holding a bloody lez. 1 dismounted, and asked him how he was. Is the bone broken! I inquired, as he explained his injury. " 'No,' said he. cheerfully, 'only a bullet through the flesh.' Still he was faint and thirsty. 'What would you rather have just now, mv man!' said I, if you had but one wish I was thinking ox his home in the Pennsylvania hills. " 'I would like to have a good drink of Pennsylvania whisky,' he replied with a smile. "'Then here it is.' I replied, extending my flash. You shall have itV "He took the flask, held it in his bands a second, then pointed at a dying confederate soldier near bv. 'Bettergive it to him.' he said, 'he needs it more than 1 do, poor iellow. es, give it to him.' "We turned to the latter. For all we knew it might have been the verv man who shot him. But we propped him up and attempted to pour some of the liquor down his parched throat. He heard every word and seemed to understand tbe situation thoroughly. It was too late. With a grateful look in bis eyes as be turned them a moment on the wounded Pennsylvania soldier, he sighed deeply and fell back dead!" The old Governor relapsed into a silent retrospect for a brief space, as if he were recalling the sceno upon the battle-field. Then he continued: "I have seen that Pennsylvania soldier since the war. He bad nothing to begin life anew with. On the strength of that deed to an enemy, at such a time, I indorsed him for a sum of rnoney. He prospered. He now owns two mills aud a couple of farms, and he deserves all he has." "He does, indeed!' exclaimed the Colonel, warmly. "There is no war feeliug now between auch men." We then fell to the discussion of existing relations between the North and South. "The soundest relations betweeu two peoples," said Governor Curtin, "is the commercial relation. It is tho same way as between indiviuua's. Men whose commercial relations aro close aro closest friends. Countries whose business relations aro closely commingled aro not in much danger of war with each other. The'commercial bond between the North and South was very slight before the war now it is strong, and it grows stronger every year. With Alabama iron selling in Pittsburg, and Northern capital invested in Southern industries and landed property, the ill feeling between tbe sections is rapidly passing away. It can never be revived," In the marble-tiled bar-room of the Grand Union five or six gentlemen were seated at a table. One was a well-knowiv turfman, another a club-house proprietor, the rest gentlemen of middle-aged leisure. They were drinking and talking a good deal of both. One was pointed out to me as a man who had lost and won ten, fifteen and twenty thousand dollura at a single sitting at faro or roulette. He was dressed in the height of fashion in pearl-gray, his Prince Albert close buttoned. His mutton-chops were accurately trimmed, and were liberally mixed with brown and gray. Every time he ordered a round of drinks he gave the change to the waiter who served them. Sometimes it was the balance of a $5 bill. No matter what it was, he pushed it to the waiter. Then 1 noticed another of the partyidoing the same. In turn they each shoved the change to the water. Ihe latter as promptly shoved it into his pocket, lie was a colored man, and his shining black face was a curious study. It was as impassable as tbe face of a sphinx. He stood at a little distance watching. When a finger was raised he . approached, deftly wiped the board, removed the glasses, took the orders without hurry, 'overeagerness or bustle. He simply did it easily aud with celerity. 1 never saw such a perfect waiter. And 1 never saw one so handsomely reroombered for his services. Half a dozen of his fellows waited upon other people or stood around and envied him. Tho Saratoga Club was in full blast. Perhaps my friend's face was well known. At any rate, we walked through the wideopen frout door without question,-and directly into a large, handsomely-appointed room full of sporting people, 'lo me it seemed as public as ever was gamblinghouse in New Orleans. The crowd inside was an exceedingly orderly and welldressed one. It was divided into more or less closely-packed groups. The sound of the whirling marble, tho click of the chins or the rattle of tho dice-box told distinctly what was going on within those groups. You could have heard these sounds from the sidewalk. Roulette seems to be tho favorite game, as there were two wheels to every faro lay-out. You can lose and win more rapidly, and the excitement is more intense and unbroken in this game. While playing is not so high here as at Long Branch there is pretty lively competition for places at the cloth of green, and a good deal of money changes hands every day. Some excitement was mauifest the evening 1 was present, due to the rumors of large losses sustained by a young Western swell a man from San Francisco, I believe. It was said that he left ten thousand at the club-house within two hours, then lighted a cigar and strolled away like a man who had received the worth of his money. The attendants connected with such places are very reticent about losses; they are quite willing lucky plays shall bo given out. The latter are usually followed by vigorous attacks on tbe same "tiger." wbtti struck me most forcibly is the opunness of tho game. It is on a prominent street. The front doors are, as I said, wide open. You cau bear tho voice of the croupier, tbe rattle of the dice-box and the rolling of the balls from the sidewalk. There is a large restaurant more or less full of gentlemen and ladies and the foldingdoors of this restaurant open directly into the gambling hall. These doors were not closed aud from ray place near the roulettetables I could see the fashionably-dressed ladies and gentlemen quietly dining as if nothing remarkable was going on. 1 doubt very much whether another such a sceno can be witnessed this side of Monaco. The loveliest drives I ever saw are here in Saratoga and suburbs, and every afternoon they aro thronged with turnouts of every description, from a pony village cart to a six-in-hand tally-ho. One of the most striking traps on the road was a high-seated four-wheeler driven by banker Morosini's young daughter. The vehicle was a curious sort of a narrow-bodied drag, with yellow-striped running-gear, and the team consisted of throe spanking crop-tailed bays, well matched two at tho pole and one in front. Big yellow rosettes decorated tbe bridles, and a similar rosette the top button-hole of the tiger who sat behind. 1 noticed that this tiger was faced to the rear, perhaps lest his baleful eyes should rest upon tho fair Morosini. But the old white-haired and somewhat pudgy banker always accompanies his daughter on these) drives. No more coachman in his. The young lady sat high above her military-looking papa, her little white shoes braced against the knife-board, her pretty hands grasping the white silk reins with gracefdl firmness. She was dressed in simple white, with yellow trimmings in her dark hair. . Sometimes she drives a high cart tandem in a semi-military costume. But every pretty afternoon she drives or rides. There was a sly twinkle in her black eyes as we passed in a light road wagon, with sprays of golden-rod in our coats and a half surly glance from pap We bad innocently displayed her colors. a I must mention one more coflspicuous feature of Saratoga that goes unnoted b7 the watering-place scribe. This is th great democratic throng. By this I do not mean the class that come under that head at Coney island. Cape May, etc.. but that large class of cottagers and boarding-bouse people who sprnd reason after season at Saratoga, and who are not "in the swim." They constitute at least four-lift bs of the summer crowd. They are the genteel poor. They can live here just as cheaply as they could live at Asbnry Bark. They can enjoy the waters, the music tbe shades, the drives, just as much as the millionaires. Kvery other lady runs around bare-headed in tbe evening, anywhere and everywhere, as freely ns if she were in her own dooryard, aud under tho electric lights yon can't tell whether her costume cost $10 or S1C0. CIIAS. T. MUKllAY. Uat Another Inducement. SomerxU'e Journal. . . "To stay at home is best," wrote Longfellow in one of his beautiful poems. It is also tho cheapest in the majority of cases. .

DRESSES, HATS AND SKIRTS

Eeforms in Women's Styles that Are New and Are Worthy of Consideration, Some New and Handsome Shooting Costumes Divided Skirts and What Is to Be Said Ajrainst Them Are Not Practicable, Written for tbe Bnnday Journal. The fashions from abroad send the airiest hats and studies of wash silk and fine cotton gowns in little variations on each other. The hats have transparent brims; for instance, one with broad brim of black net embroidered in white point esprit, laid in quilles on the satin wired foundation, the crown of large blue corn flowers, clustered to veil, but not conceal, the hair, with aigrette of the flowers at the left, masses of goyly striped ribbon bows, with late flowers, like yellow and black rudbeckia, zinnias and chrysanthemums or large starry asters are seen as fall approaches. These rich flowers and ribbons are agreeable alternatives for the wings and velvet of the first of September hats. These are Viennese models. The English bats and bonnets of the season are things to wonder at, not to admire. The effort seems to be to get a sailor hat on the tall pork pie, to which the English girl still fondly clings. It is not remarkable that money ia the only bait which tempts the ordinary English young man into marrying. It would take a very large fortune to overcome one's reluctance to the tall and awkward En glish girl, who wears the most unbecoming things on principle, one would say, and is the most utter and mcredible innocent and fool on many points that blots this lower air. If she is six feet two in height, with a sixteen-inch waist, she always wears a melancholy long cloak or a short "smart" jacket, which gives her the benefit of all her length and tops the figure with a porkpie hat and the closest possible brim. If she talks, if she gets oil the high stiffness and reserve which limits her conver sation to the two responses "Indeed" and "Fawncy" the experiment is apt to make American society rather nervous inside of ten minutes. Her calling a spade a spade Is bad enough sometimes, if she would only stick to spades and not wander oft into terrible recitals of huntintr mishaps which involve "getting bogged" and "muddying one's drawers, ' with attendant cramp and its details, or narratives of sea-sickness, crossing tho ocean, with none of the episodes of basin or tattrail left out, or she talks newspapers and the last divorce case with a naivete which puts the gentlemen to flight in five minutes. A middling middle class Englishwoman must be of all creatures on earth tbe most trying to live with, if her company has a spark of originality or taste. The better class English woman uncon 8ciously models herself on the high-bred Jaaies sne meets aoroaa ana travel is a forcible educator. The colonization of French dress-makers in London has done everything for her dress, so that a really elegant Londoner might pass for a Viennese as far as toilet is concerned. Tho instructed American baa a natural eye for dress, and will, by and by, be among the best dressed women on the earth when she learns the artistic virtue and value of simplicity not to gouge out a scallop here nor a gash and point there for the mere sake of slashing and gouging, nor to insist on having her skirt arranged in pleats one side and looped the other for fear of uni formity. Uniformity and rest for the eye is what we want, not more variety for the sake of variety. There is a certain insanity in this demand for constant chance in shapes and trimraiugs. the inability to restore any idea which marks tne mgnty aementea. Among the most approvable of the late designs from abroad is a walking dress which might be worn by a young grand duchess at a German or French spa. Mark the transparent hat of mousseline de soie. with fluted brim, graceful, frilled fichu and moderate sleeve, close enough on the forenrni for the lontr Tvrol irlove to nroteet it. the plain full skirt with beading at the wide hem. It is a pretty model for fine cambric or AL. ' - I 1 I IT I I l 1 S son, pnuieu jincu. xuo uugo rusu cr.air which screens from the wind shows how completely our continental friends study comiorr. Another ngure in crepon and suic is a studv for earlv fall dress. Tho skirt, alter. nately of plain wool and knife-pleated silk, reverts to the accordion idea, which is pretty spite of its vulgarization. The sleeves may be of damask, in embossed litrures or in tbe fine cutwork done bv hand, which is as different from the coarse machine work seen as Valenciennes is from crochet. Damask silks in old Itt.lian patterns of peacock feathers, plumes., palms and Her aldic figures, are in hiuh vogue abroad with the inner circles oi fashion. Newer patterns are distinct ferns and papyrus or rich diaper, made up with lus trous sort gros gram, iong polonaiso ef fects will be seen in autumn dresses, with wide vests of embroidery or seeded let. Very rich plain princess gowns of damask or plain silk have a close-fitting skeleton visite. outlining the shoulders and extend ing in long points on tho skirt. This beaded attachment is fastened by hooks and evelets to the waist so as to be detached when desired. Cloth gowns will be sinfple, with embroidered or beaded neck-bands and waists, large velvet pockets and waists whose fullness is held by two large folds each side the front. Belts are not worn with tho new dresses. The shooting dresses offer good models for mountain climbing and botanizing walks or amateur gardeniug, for which there are some excellent examples among society women. A neighbor of Mrs. Hicks-Lord speaks of seeing that lady in her garden mornings with trowel and plant fork, actually dig ging in tho Mower beds with herown hands. And why not! It is sovereign for beautv and good spirits and demands a dress ac cordingly. A plain skirt of homespun. tweed or linen twill, short to the ankle. with Norfolk jacket and ample pockets on the outside or the skirt just in reach of the hands, is worn by English ladies for shooting over the turnips. It is to be hoped our women will be con tent to don the dress and draw the line at shooting. Killing for amusement is such unconditional cruelty that a woman wholly unsexes herself in attempting this sport. One cfrii feel more respect for a Sarah Al thea Terry drawing a pistol over her in juries than for a well bred woman killing birds because it is the fashion. For gardening or walks through tbe dew the skirt is faced ten inches outside of the seam with tine waterproof. The jersey drawers and stockings in one. of black wool, are worn with such a dress, or the knickerbockers of cloth like tbe skirt. High ton boots are an allectation. the but toned gaiter to the knee being much better. Gloves of reindeer skin aro advised, as they will wear and wash. Linen gaiters. to the ankle, are very neut and comforta ble for town or country, in the dusty days. For Swiss climbing English women discard veils as useless against the glare of sun aud la Jl a m snow, insiean iney wear a horror ot a mask of thin llannel, with a gathered piece over the nose. A turkey rattle must be ornamental by the side of such a disguise. it is no wonaer mat one or tneir own sisterhood writes that the walking dresses of English women abroad "too often com bine ugliness and unsuitability in an al most incredible degree." Women seem to be slightly or more than slightly oil their heads about the divided skirt, or leglette, as Mrs. Jenness-Millsr has it. The latest development is a skirt on an entirely new principle devised by a London tailor. Tbe peculiar feature is that it is closed at tbe edge, with openings for the leet to pass through. A piece of cloth some lour yards long, we are told, is used for the front and back widths aloue. Instead of cutting them tbe needed length in the usual way the stutl'ia hemmed up a certain depth, ths atra length connecting the two breadths, the

side widths are fitted in and openings left for the feet. The description is copied exactly, but if you get any idea how tho thing is madeand now it is worn you gaiu nioro than I do. Still, all tbo advantages ur' claimed for the new invention health, ligbtness and warmth and whatever else dress reformeis

and doctors desire. I fail to see any benefit m these reiorms beyond giving unsettled women something to get excited over, and putting money in the reformers' pockets, lhe rtiorm cornets are clumsier and heavier than anything made by a good corsetiere, and cost twice as much as the same uuality iu regular shanes. Where does' the enfranchisement come in a divided skirt, which is a pair of drawers with each half two yards wide, as compared with the single skirt two and a half yards wide in allf 1 he amount of noD to be found in tnese four-yard pantalettes, with a brisk wind around the corner, is all that au ordinary woman wants to contend with. The Turks and Albanians get so wound up in their full trousers that they cannot run awav iu battle, and histories teli of battles lost beeauseof divided drapery muiHing the motions of troops. Perhaps the economy recommends the divisors, as the plainest cambric sell at 4. aud a pairof carmii e flannel come at H. and it is no wonder tbo Boston woman who had a pair to go to Europe wore them till they hung in strips from tbe waist-band. I reniient changes of underwear at such price are beyond tbe reach of most ordinary women, but tbe bag skirt of the Con-dui'tt-street tailor is a wonder aud an amaze. How do you get into it T And how is that four yards of length taken up! It can't be the right sort of reform, for it isu't divided, all salvation iu a dress re form view depending on wearing ones clothes iu divisions not apparent to sight or feeling. Tho real improvement of late in dresses is lining tho widths with stiff, light material, which keeps it out from the limbs and gives freedom and coolness. The best shops keep the satino skirt with two or three rattans run in casings to wear with lawns and limp neugalines old-fashioned, but very light and comfortable, not to say becoming. Nothing in the way of fancy ornaments has been as satisfactory as the black enamel flowers for brooches, whether the pansy with a diamond dew-drop, which one may have for a morning pin at &5. or tho same design in rhinestone for $3. The idea was too pretty not to be experimented on. and this seasou has the same designs in white enamel and brilliantsthe daintiest of summer ornaments. Daisy, primroeo. pansy, starflower and four-leaved clover are a few desigus. coollooking and durable. The new diamond ear-drops are bung by a hinge to the wire, giving the most tremulous light to their beauty. Etruscan gold set with small diamonds is worn for day ornaments, and is more beautiful than costly. Sets of neach kuives. with curved, keenpointed, gold-plated blades and handles of Hungarian porcelain, are the last coquetry of the dinner table. Exquisite dessert bowls and flagons appear in tho amber glass, cased in gold filigree, set with sparks of jeweled class, if not real small stones. The choicest dinners, however, for summer are set out with white, satiuy linen and abundance of crystal in pierced silver setting, and only faintly tinged flowers and ferns are allowed in the white, icy glitter. The plush dinner icarfs and colored satin underlays are left to hotel and restaurant or middlo-class dinners. A plush mat with wine drops or spots of gravy grows hideous. It io out of tasto at best About our eating we want nothing that will not wash and come out purity itself. Besides, plush and satin are "smelly and recall the roast duck and eelerv sauce too loner. Linen damask, cut work and drawn borders are tbe only fabrics allowable near a dinner table, and these are elegant enough irr all conscience. The flowers are best of the scentless sort, or with subdued perfume. Sweet peas are too much with stewed chicken and mushrooms. Scentless garden pinks, corn flowers and black scabious do not force their odor upon you. Spider lilies, clematis (white and purple). late spinas are safe table flowers, arranged with fern and cyperns in loose feathery spray a as. high and lightly aa possible. A flower aud bud, with a frond or two of fern, is tbe taste, and aa little satin ribbon as your feelings will permit you to give us. The dinner favors lately told of. with four yards of ribbon to the posey, savor of the haberdasher's shop. Why not decorate with artificial flowers and millinery en tirelyf Have the flowers in clear crystal and silver holders, plain glasses in silver cups, card holders and pin baskets answer ing every purpose when cake baskets and decanter stands give out, making a cordon of small vases border the table, with a tall. Blender center piece, whose long feathery trails fall fringe like to the cloth. Seeding and quaking grasses are verv graceful among the llowers. which should be starry and single, or much milled and' Bliky leaved. The big hybrid perpetual roses are too much for graceful decoration. 1 hey look utter for the salad bowl. Be tween the outer vases arrange oblongdisbes of dessert fruits, the smaller the better, as the Alpine strawberries, which are in sup ply till November if any one takes the trouble to grow them, a saucer of which will perfume a room. But no crystallized lruit in summer, please, although the gracious English writers whose ideas we are working over do recommend them for the fruitless dinner tables of Loudon. Trails of tbe edible liowers fashionable at wedding breakfasts will we dispense with. Edible dowers are a distinct sensualinui. A drift of nasturtium petals over tbe salad bov.is is as far as one cares to go in that di rection. That reminds mo, the last now Havering in soda-water is "crushed violets." and tastes sulVocating a cosmetic sort of taste, as if one was imbibing a balmy toilet lotion. Edible Mowers! I had as soon but ter my bread with vaseline. Although at the Stanley wedding tbe xeaiureor tne wedding breakfast was the lovely crystallized edible roses, gardenias aud. orange llowerr arranged in sprays along the table, here is something prettier and more suitable: Sow your date stones in small tlower pots tilled with rich, peaty soil and sand; water well and keep warm, and they grow into pretty table palms, with lone pinnate leaves. The florists abroad grow quantities of them for table and house decoration. Probably we cannot with these treat ourselves to the guipure tablecloths from the Vosges. which sell for ducal tables with their dozen of serviettes for 1210 apiece. Neither do we desire our nillow cases .worked with hunting scenes, towns and landscapes, as were those of the Austrian Archduchess just married. One would fancy the wild huntsman careering through one's dreams. Slips handful of fresh rose petals inside your pillow-case daily and you will envy neither duke nor kaiser his delights. The best are in reach of us all. Siiiuley Dam. The Original of "Lord Steyiie, ' New York San. The death of Sir Richard Wallace having revived the story that his father, who died in 1870. served Thackera3r as the original model for Lord Steyne has brought out the following statement from a Mr. Fnrley: The epoch of "Vanity Fair" is Geortfan. The story opens in 1813, two years before the battle of Waterloo, and terminates, presumably, about tbe middle of tbe rein of George IV, 1. c. 18'JG. How, then, could the brilliant aud cynical roue, paet middle life, tbe persona rrata of tbe Georgian court, whom Thackeray portrayed, havo been this identical Marquees, who, according to Burke and Debrctt, was bom in lsoof The date of his entry into tbe world and tbe facts of hUcareer preclude1 the notion altogetber. Thackeray had in his mind's eye. when he limned this character, quite another Marquess of Hertford, tbe period of whose life synchronizes exactly with that of the imaginary Lord steyne. This was Francis Charles ieymour. third iofesor of the title, who was born in 1777 and died in 14'. This noblemaD, while Earl of Yarmouth, was Lord Caatlereach's second in the duel with Mr. Canning, In 18in. He was the boon companion of the Prince Bettent, and with many of tbe orgies aul scandaU ot that and a subsequent period Ids name is lmperlshably associated. Odd Iteault of Snake Rivalry. An odd result of rivalry between two tiger snakes is recorded by D. LeSonef. assistant director of the Melbourne Zoological Gardens. One of the snakes was large, the other small. Not long ago both happened to fasten on the same mouse, one at each end. Neither would give way. and the larger snake not only swallowed tbe mouse, but also the smaller snake. In about ten minutes nothing was seen of the smaller snake but about two inches of its tail, and that disappeared next day.

BRITISH MONEY IN AMEKIOA

English Faith in Investments in This Country and the Ecasons Therefor. What the Eritons Ixpect and What They Get Losses In Western Lands and Lanches American Mining Stocks in Lczl&nl Ct m1enc ot tha Indiana poll Journal dox. Aug. & To in American posof even a moderate fortune the probil realizing 6 per cent, interest on eecunties oi nnaouotea vaiue is oucu a uufercnt one. As a man of business judgment, he never figures for blgbcrdividend; experience, has tangbt him mat per cent investment is feldom purchasable. and that all rates in excess of the lastmentioned figure are risky, speculative, perilous, each adjective applying respect ively in the order above written to per centages eight, nine and ten. No modifica tion of this statement would be urged for a moment in American money centers, nor elsewhere by persons skilled in high finance, except, perhaps, to substitute figures far below those already given. Nevertheless, higher rates are possible, even with good security, and will appear by au examination of a list of the New Lngland manufacturing stocks atocks of local reputation but of positive values. The knowledge of their merit being limited, if known at all in the adjoining State, enables local investors to purchase at prices that would excite the cupidity of a Fifth-avenue investor providing be knew the facts. In proportion to the amount invested, the railroad earnings of the United States fall hopelessly below the net revenue of our manufactories; again, tho loss to investors, by reason of insolvency aud strickages in stock, has been far greater in the railroad than in the industrial world provided, at all times, that the proportions given abovo are strictly maintained. Conrludmg tbo above to be true, would it not bo well for the New York Stock Exchange to encourage the listment of such securities. It seems to me the entire Investing public would bo benefited. 1 venture these suggestions merely as a prelude to the subject-matter that 1 am aure will be of interest to your readers, more especially to those who are and have been taking an interest in this 60-called "British craze" for American industrial enterprises. It is accepted in London and by John Bull, tbe financier, that Brother Jonathan winks and smiles at every sale by his countryman of a 15 per cent, dividend-paying American brewery, foundry, etc., to the gullible descendants of his great-great-grandfather's cousin; nevertheless, Mr. Bull keeps on buying, and that, too, with the firm conviction that tbe net earnings of these enterprises will yield him a revenue many times greater than the dividends of his own orthodox securities. In this great International 'Sopping Bee guineas for breweries and foundries for ruandst who's getting the best of tbo bargain! ou can readily understand that this is a question of importance, not alone in the'queations immediately concerned, but to the American as well as the English public. To say that Mr. Bull will be older and wiser in a few years will hardly do; years, to be sure, will make him older, and with rears comes wisdom, but .will he be richer! That is the question. It may not be as one-sided a matter as Americans generally fancy. The date of the purchase of a small beer plant in Newark, N. J., marks the beginning of this craze. The public did not takc kindly to the New York properties that preceded it, though the Utter are now regarded as good concerns. But a short while ago it was the St. LoqIs. aggregation eighteen breweries, costing over $11,000,000. When will the end be reached? Is it not possible that in years to como men will say, and quite truthfully, too, that the real craze dated from the St. Louis purchase, and that the Newark, New York, Portsmouth, Rochester and Denver purchases, in themselves amounting to many millions, were merely its premonitory symptoms? Are tbe English cautions investors? Generally, it seems to me, they are slow, but where their capital is invested they'll stick. They will struggle aeairst odds and over come difficulties, in opposition to and trmier. which investors of other nations too of ten succumb. Millions of revenue reach London annually from every portion of the civilized clobe that testify to this courage, tenacity and indomitable will. Have their ventures in the United States been as disastrous aa many Americans think? What' about their losses in 1883, in Western lauds and cattle, their mining failures, you ask? The English were, to be sure, in lbS3, of all alien investors in American cattle ranches tbe largest. How have they met the disasters of tbe last seven years? The Dutch succumbed, they counted tbeir acres, ordered a round-up, sold ranches and brands, and at a loss of 60 per cent, of the amount originally invested, but the Briton still throws the rope, handles the branding-iron and hopes for better days. And. from all I hear. 1 incline to the belief that the pluck of this alien ranger may yet pull him through, though in his opinion the outlook is dark. Conceding to them the qualities of pluck, patience, etc., it may still be said that as prudent men they ought not to have invested millions in a business they knew 60 little of. This criticism is just. Had they known more of 'die-outs." of winter, in distinction from summer ranges, of timber shelter, of canyon shelter, of the necessity of one or the other, or both, of the danger of droughts, of tbe necessity of tanks, of the quality of grasses, the danger of overpasturing. of what, in fact, constitutes a well-watered ranch, of tbo instability of the live-cattle market, and much more they were ignorant of. they would not have 'bought up tbo whole West" a popular cry during that period. "Even bad they a knowledge of the things I have just mentioned," you may say, "they could not have avoided the disasters of the sueccedingyears, for the reasou that both tbeir lands and cattle were acquired at fictitious instead of real values. This again is true. New Epglandera had the self-same ranch fever, yet they are careful investors; but, like tbe Dutch, tbey "chucked" aside the branding-iron years ago. Of tbe truth of the last statement you need only ask the bondholders of tbe Colorado Cattle Company and other companies of the same kind, whose stock and bonds were owned by the "close traders"of Manchester, Coan. I here venture tbe statement that within three years for during that period I predict another cattle boom it will appear, if tho figures are at hand, that the English investors in cattle ranches of 1ns:j will, in yivportion to the capital invested, be able to show smaller losses, by odds, than any other alien or American company that ventured their cash at tho same time in the same business acd uuder similar conditions, i Jt is safe to affirm. I assume, the British investor has at times bought more cf our mines and mining stock than has been good for him; yet he has never been overdosed to the extent that our own countrymen have, and why? Is be a better miner? Not at all. Is be as gooda judge of mines? 1 don't thiuk he is. Nevertheless, on comparing English mining failures since lSJ'J with American disasters of the same class, the comparison will be to our discredit. This goes without contradiction iu mining circles. Sbould you question tho truth of the lsst proposition, ask any man familiar with tho history of ruining in tbe United States. The above conclusions, however paradoxical they appear, are certainly true, and for this reason J. Bull is too careful au investor to undertake to open np even a mall mine without a big bank account, while tbe rough-hewn, big-hearted, hopeful Yankee tackles a like proposition without half tho capital. Wbat are the result? The former succeeds; his last ll.OuO have done the business; "a world of rich ore is struck in the lower level," while the latter, after exbausting his last dollar, Polishes up his claim on credit, rushes to New York, o tiers a half interest in "tbo best mine of the lode." aud for what? Money enough to sink lower. He does not get it. tha shaft I fills up with water, his cabin falls to ruin.

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