The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 46, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 14 March 1912 — Page 6

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LONG the boulevards between the Madeleine and the Place de la Repubiique, along the Champs Elysees from the Arch to the Obelisk, in little brasseries along the Seine, in the so-called "American bars” of the Opera quarter, in the pastry shops along the Rue de Faubourg St. Honore, at the

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a ' prix fixe tab 1 e s d’hote along the Boul’ Mich of the Latin quarter — in fact, in almost any of the twenty arondissements within the fifty-six gates of the French capital, will be found the übiquitous American grafter. Attracted to you by either the American roll to the brim of your derby or

your Brockton made shoe, he will unerringly single you out as a fellowcountryman abroad on pleasure bent, therefore fish for his net. He may be working on one of the three commoner “lays”—the “touch,” the “loan” or the “guide.” In other words, he may brazenly ask you for a small sum of money with which he may obtain food or lodging, he may tell you; a hard luck story about a mythical delayed draft and ask you for a loan to tide him over, or he may offer to guide you around and about Paris at so much an hour or a day. Grafters working the “touch” plan are easily got rid of. A small piece of silver and a decided refusal to give, more will usually suffice to send them on their way, although your name and temporary address will be passed around sooner or later, together with a "tip” as to the amount you gave the first begging countryman. The pleas of those after a “loan” are in many cases both heartrending and plausible, A cable message is often displayed which may read: “Sorry delay. Draft for thousand .first mail.” Who could refuse a clean-cut young fellow 7 from Milwaukee after he had told you of the clothing locked up at his hotel, of two sleepless nights passed in walking the streets of Paris? With tears in his eyes he assures you that not a morsel of food has he swallowed in eight and forty hours; then he exhibits the cable message, and you part with 50 or 100 Cranes —never to see it again. The beggars are a nuisance, the borrowers are a pest, but the so-called American “guides” of the great French city are most unquestionably the worst of the lot, in that their dealings with American visitors, while apparently straightforward, are as crooked as the proverbial ram’s, horn. Graft, under a thousand different cloaks, enters into their propositions. They toil not, nor do they spin, yet few 7 tourists eat better food, drink better wine or wear more fashionable attire than do these buccaneers of the boulevards. They pounce upon you as you leave your train at the Gare St. Lazare; they scan the columns of the newspapet’s for the names and addresses of the newly arrived Americans; they haunt the vicinage of the Grand hotel; they, hail you as you leave the Credit Lyonnais after cashing a draft; but possibly of all places their favorite stamping ground is along the northern side of the Boulevard des Capucines. Here, upon every hand, particularly during the late afternoon and evening, you will encounter the American “guide” airily swinging his rattan stick, his shifty eyes looking for the telltale American derby. Naturally, if it be your first visit to Paris, you desire to see all Paris, both before and after dark. He will help you. You hail with delight the coming of the interpreter-guide who speaks your language, for are not the sights and mysteries of Paris as an opeh book to him? His rates are only a louis a day and expenses,- but even this sum can be shaded should you plead your inabil-, Ity to afford that sum. Should you be unable to afford a half-louis, or even a measly five-franc . piece, it is more than likely that the guide will yawn, gaze up and down the boulevard, and then deliver himself substantially as follows: “Well, I’m sorry. Times are pretty slow over here and I’m not very busy. But look a-here —I’ll tell you what I’ll do: I’ve nothing on today or tonight, and seeing that you’re from Little Old New York—my home town —I’ll show you around for nothing, just for the sake of passing away the time. You pay the cab fares, the lunch, the supper, and I’ll show you everything that’s to be seen. I’ll save you money and keep you from bding skinned. It’ll cost you less if I take you around than it would if you tried to get around alone —and take it from me, the Apaches are pretty bad this year and it isn’t safe for an outsider to pike around Montmartre without a guide who knows all the ropes. What do you say? Will we start now?” Who could refuse such an invitation? Not the average American tourist upon his first visit. True, with the aid of a guidebook he might find his iray to the Louvre. His boarding

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school French might even serve to get him to Versailles and back again without serious mishap or extraordinary expenditure. But nearly all American visitors, both male and. female, desire for once in their lives to witness the far-famed near-naughti-ness of Paris at first hand, and that is where the guide comes in. Versailles, the Bois de Boulogne, the Louvre, a dinner at the Case de Paris, followed by a night at the Folies Bergere, might suit a small minority of the American visitors, and a few of the women folk, after a cheap glove hunting trip, a day in the dressmaking establishments in the Rue de la Paix. and a grenadine at one of the marble topped tables along the Boulevard des Italiens, feel that they have seen all that is fit to see of Paris. Not so, however, with the great majority. Male and female alike clamor for the Moulin Rouge, the Bal Tara rin, the Abbaye, Maxim’s, the Tavern of the Red Ass, the Rat Mort and other resorts of lesser repute. They seek to comb the narrow streets of the Latin Quarter that they may see Bohemia with their own eyes. They are anxious to buy wine at the Dome for models who sometimes pose; they do not rest until they have visited the Bal Bullier, famous on five continents. Hence the guide—for it is an easier matter for a multi-millionaire to get by St. Peter than for an “unsteered” Stranger to find some of these establishments. When an obliging young man offers to show you around town without any expense to yourself, what is more natural than for you io accept such a kind offer. * Having accepted the gratuitous offer of the American guide, you map out a Tour for the afternoon and evening, we will say. Singularly Enough, your guide is not satisfied with the first cocher who cracks his whip and solicits your patronage—he needs rrfust go down the line and pick out a certain driver. “This feller’s on the level with his charges,” the guide explains as you drive off. “I know him for a square cocher. Some of the others would most likely drive you off into some side street where the' Apaches would hold you up and split with him.” Having arrived at your destination by a more or less circuitous route, you pay the driver a sum which seems cheap when compared with a drive of the same length in the States, and yet it is usually twice or three times the amount 6f the legal fare. You notice that the guide seems to be very friendly with the driver and that when you dismiss the cabby he shakes hands with the guide. Indeed, this handshaking continues throughout the entire evening, for ho matter where to drink or eat or gaze the proprietors always shake hands with the guide—invariably at the moment you take your leave. It seems quite unnecesary to add that from the moment you enter a resort a careful account is kept of your expenditures, and at the moment of your leavetaking a commission varying from 25 per cent, to 50 per cent passes from one palm to another. It is usually 50 per <-,ent. in the resorts which appeal to the inner man, as w 7 ell as at the show places and cabarets of Montmartre. Even should you venture into a place where your guide is personally unknown to the management he still obtains his commission, for when you enter his first move is to whisper to the proprietor or manager these four magic words: “Je suis I’interprete.” The commission is added to the price, and rare indeed are the shops or resorts which do not make it “worth while” for the man who accompanies you. Indeed, some of these self-styled “interpreter-guides” have been residents of Paris for such short space that their French vocabulary is practically limited to those four words. In the hours of the morning, after the guide has shaken hands with the last cocher in front of your hotel, you thank your companion for his kindness in helping you to pass an enjoyable evening. You may even take pity on him on account of the dull state of his business and surreptitiously slip a half-louis into his re ceptive palm. He will not object He has spent twelve hours, more or less

with you, and seems to have been well acquainted wherever you went. You are confident that he has saved you money, and naturally you feel grateful toward him. The fact of the matter Is that he has been driven all over the city at your expense; he has lunched and dined with you, to say nothing of the midnight bite at the Case Weber; and if you have” spent the sum of 200 francs during the afternoon and evening you may rest assured that gftld and silver amounting to some 80 or 100 francs —once yours—is safe in one of the pockets of the guide’s fashionably cut trousers.' It was one the privilege of the writer to listen to the absinthe inspired confidences of a number of Americart “guides” and panhandlers. A man wearing a frock coat and well ironed silk topper approached the table and begged for the privilege of a few words with me? His linen was spotless—his story seemed flawless. He had, so he said, been robbed in i Montmartre while seeing the town a few nights before. He had cabled for funds, but a heartless landlord had locked up his ten suits of clothing and turned him into, the street. Would I kindly come to his relief with a small loan for a few days until the arrival of his draft? He exhibited a typewritten cable message which looked promising, and the tears came to my eyes as I thought of his predicament and overpeppered my bouillon. “I’m sorry I can’t help you out,” I told him. “You see, this happens to be my third visit to Paris, and I’ve heard all about these heartless landlords and delayed drafts before. Those ! sleeve buttops of yours ought to fetch enough at the Mont de Piete to tide you over for a few days should you be on the level.” The man in the frock coat was about to slink away, when I asked to join me and have an aperitif. Over an absinthe-au-sucre he waxed confidential and told me his story. “You’re wise, ” said he, as he surveyed the opalescent contents of his glass. “There sure is a bunch of American grafters over here having a pretty soft time. I’ve only been over here two months, but some of the push have been here for years.” He helped himself to my cigarettes and continued: “Paris is a cheap place to live in. A perfect dinner costs very little. The rent of a nice room is about half what you have to pay in New York, less than that once you can speak French and know how to make a bargain. Clothing of the best sort can be had for a song, and a two-horse carriage can be hired for about twice the price of a carfare in the states. “Pickings are good during the tourist season, and the only kick that the boys have is on the French shoes and cigarettes. Several of the bunch import their own smokes. Os course, the favorite graft is the American tourist. He always has money, and is over here to spend it and have a good time. If we spin a good yarn about hard luck it’s pretty easy to make a “touch” for a louis, and ’most any New Yorker will fall for a five-franc piece.” “I used to keep a set of books in Cleveland,” another American grafter told me over a glass of Algerian “Bordeaux” in a little brasserie in the Rue yignon. “I’d saved a bit of money and felt too strong to push a pen any longer, so I came over here to take in the sights. I went broke the third day after my arrival, arid as I found so many people willing to help me I’ve stayed here ever since. Paris is all right after you’ve lived here awhile and know the ropes. I’m here going on seven years now, and I expect to live here the rest of my life.” Jewels Closely Guarded. The sale of Abdul Hamid’s jewels leads a Paris contemporary to refer to the way in which the valuables of other sovereigns are guarded. We learn that the jewels of the Russian royal family, which are of an enormous value, are kept in the Kremlin, where they are looked after by 150 officers who have retired from the army. The Italian crown jewels are guarded in a subterranean chamber on a little island in the Tiber. The crown treasures of Austria are in the custody of the Imperial bank. The Austrian jewels are of great value, but of those of Germany the same cannot be said. These are also in the custody of a bank. The Bulgarian jewels, valued at $3,000,000, are kept at a castle on the banks of th3 Danube. Most of the French state jewels have been dispersed, but some of great value are to be seen at the Louvre. . ’ His Sort. “I mate to hear a man with a bad cold telling jokes.” “Why so?” “Because he’s bound to hand you out hoarse chestnuts.”

x-—JXilj The Garden of | Forgetfulness S By CECIL MAR W The sun was streaming through the tall latticed windows of the parlor of the convent of St. Ursula and fell on the peaceful face of the Reverende Mere, who sat at one side of the polished oak tablo, talking to Baron Dumont He was a tall man of about thirty-eight and sat with his right arm encircling the figure of a little girl who stood beside him and whose arm was round his neck. “Eveline and I,” he was saying to Reverende Mere, “have not been parted for one day since her mother died five years ago. I am intrusting her now to you in deference to her mother’s wish; she will be seven years old next month, and if she is happy here I should like her to remain until she is old enough to take her mother’s place at the head of my household. I wish her to return to me every year for the summer holidays and I want to be allowed to come and see her here at least once In every month. Will this be permitted? The Reverende Mere rose, saying: “If you will excuse me for a few moments I will consult our director, Pere Estye, in the matter, and I will return and communicate his decision to you.” As the doop closed upon her the child flung her other arm round her father’s neck and said, “Don’t leave me here at all; I don’t want to stay.” He took her on his knees and stroked back her long flaxen hair, murmuring, “If you are not happy here I will take you away after the first two months, See; I suppose these are some of your schoolfellows. They sound happy enough,” he added, leading her to the window. Merry voices rang out in the garden beyond as a troop of girls varying from six to fifteen years of age ran past. They were all dressed in white, their Sunday uniform, and were laughing gayly and paying but little heed to the expostulations of the nun in charge, who begged them to moderate their transports as they passed the parlor. Reverende Mere here returned and said to Baron Dumont: “In view of the exceptional conditions of your case, Monsieur le Baron, we have decided that you may spend the first Sunday of every month here with Eveline. And now,” she added, noticing his quick flush of pleasure, “as this is the first Sunday of Eveline’s new life no doubt you would like to stay and help initiate her in It? In a quarter of an hour the children who have just passed the window will be at mass. There is a strangers’ pew if you care to attend the service.” The little chapel was full when Baron Dumont and his daughter were ushered through a side door into the tall pew. It was shut off by a parti- J tion, and the inmates could see without being seen except by the choir, which was stationed in the gallery near the organ loft to the right. As the man sat there a feeling of old world repose stole over his senses. From the open window opposite the scent of lilac and syrlnga floated to him across the altar to the left. The long benches each side of the aisle were filled with white robed figures kneeling reverently and telling their beads. Two nuns, rosary in hand, paced up and down observing the children, and soon the odor of incense filled the little building as the priest advanced for service. Baron Dumont did not move. Pictures of the past seemed to float before him in the perfumed clouds. He saw himself once more in his old home braving the anger of his father, who threatened to disinherit him if he persisted in his idea of marrying Eveline Hezeau, his first love. He lived once more the impassioned scenes in which he vainly strove to persuade Eveline to fly with him. and felt anew his despair .at her refusal and subsequent disappearance. At home, locked in his desk, there still lay the little note in which she told him that she was going out of'his life forever. She loved him too well to ruin it. He had been a mere boy at the time, and had not married until he was nearly thirty. The two years of his married life had not been happy, but his wife had been an excellent chatelaine, and his little Eveline had consoled him for much. He dreamed on. The chanting of the priests seemed far* away, and the fresh, childish voices which rose in response to the litanies. belonged to the sunshine and flower scents of this lovely spring morning. Suddenly something leaped up within him and his heart seemed to stand still as the sonorous organ notes swelled out and above them rose the sound of a woman’s voice: “Mater purissima, mater castissima, mater dolorosa, ora pro nobis.” His head turned involuntarily to the gallery, where the sunlight fell on a woman’s face which was encircled by the white guimpe and black veil. The man gazed and listened as if spellbound. The rapt expression, the holy calm of her face, the voice that seemed to ring the knell of his youth, shook the very foundations of his 'being. 'tears stole down his cheeks as he fell on his knees in the shadow of the tall pew while the sweet voice sang on in higher and higher cadence. How long he knelt he never knew, but by and by he was conscious of a little hand stealing into his and a lit-

tle face pressed to his arm as Eveline’s voice whispered, “Everybody has gone; are we not going, too?” The little chapel was empty, and he went into the garden holding the child by the hand. They crossed a graveled path between some yew trees, and from one of the turnings a nun with a sweet, peaceful face and downcast eyes was coming toward them. She did not look up as she passed, but walked on as if in deep meditation. The man sank upon a seat as 11 unable to move further. As he did not reply to the child’s anxious questions the latter became distressed, arid ran toward the nun, who had turned back at the end of the walk and was returning in their direction. “My father is ill, madame. What shall I do?”- she said. The peaceful face bent toward the little, flushed one, and a soft voice said, “Who are you, darling?” “I am Eveline, and my father Is yonder. Do come.” Taking the little hand in hers, the 111411 -walked to the bench and skid, “Monsieur is ill?” He looked up—their eyes met in one long gaze, but neither spoke. With a convulsive movement the nun clasped her crucifix to her bosom with hands that looked as though they had often lain upon a suffering heart, and the color-died front her face. From the far end of the garden children’s voices were calling, “Mother Cecile, Mother Cecile,” and she turned to go, as If in a dream. . He put out his hands entreatlngly. “I am leaving my child here,” he said at last “Will you take care of her?" The nun’s arms folded the little figure close, close. “Yes, and she will be very happy. Everyone grows happy here in the garden of forgetfulness:” He bade the child farewell, bidding her go with Mother Cecile, and sat watching the retreating figures of the two beings dearest to him on earth. The garden of forgetfulness I Was it indeed that to her? He, too, had suffered sorrow of parting and bitter IK H&Y ■«; ~7‘Vz V 7 e pff ffiy f •a' ) X W The Man Gazed and Listened. yearning, but in his heart he prayed that this yearning might never die within him —it was bitter sweet, a portion of youth and love, and all that was beautiful. He sat on, feeling that to him had come at last' that silent time when the world leaves us alone; it had nothing more to give him and it could take nothing away from him. Within him was the vast stillness of a heart that wanders in past brightness and past errors. s Only the soul can act upon the soul, and it seemed to him that a chord had just snapped which never could be sounded again. Eveline passed many happy years in the secluded peace of the old convent and wept passionately when the time came for her to say good-by to Mother Cecile, who had lavished upon her a world of tenderness and who had been more than a mother to her. She says that she will never marry, but will keep house for her father.— The Tatler. General Sherwood’s Advice. General Sherwood, who represents the Toledo district in the house, and who is the leading advocate of bigger pension appropriations, worked for nearly a year getting a pension for an Ohio woman, according to the Pittsburgh Dispatch. Her husband, an exsoldier, had been away from home for years, and nobody actually -saw him die, but the evidence all indicated that he was dead, and the pension was granted. Just about the time the woman received her first payment, Sherwood got a letter from her, saying: “My husband has just returned home. What shall I do?” Sherwood returned her letter with these words scrawled at the bottom: “Kill him.” Good and Bad Advertising. There is a difference between good advertising and showy advertising. The showy advertisement will receive the commendation of those who don’t think much about advertising, or who are not going to buy the goods. This commendation is a pleasant thing to have, but it sometimes costs more than it is worth. —British Advertiser. Changes in Drama. "Popular taste in the drama changes,” said one manager. “Yes,” replied the other. “Formerly if you wanted a star a pugilist would do. Now you need a basebail player.”

WOMENS LEAP-YEAR RIGHTS In Scotland Years Ago They Were Recognized as Real, and Well Defined by Law. Ancient, indeed, are the prerogatives that are accorded to women in leap year. They are so old that none can tell just how or when they originated. However, the ancient Scottish parliament gives us' a date as well as a law upon which to hang the right of women to take the initiative in leap year, as convention forbids them to do in other years. In the year 1228 this body passed a law which, in its quaint old English, expressly conferred on womankind the right to propose marriage in leap year. Here is the law, just as it was written the parliamentary records: “Ordonit that during ye reign of her maist blessed Maiestie, ilka maiden, ladee of baith high and lowe estait, shale hae libertie to speak ye man she likes. Gif he refuses to tak hir to bee his wyf, he shale bee mulct in ye sum of ane hundridty pundes, or less, as his estait may bee. except an' alwals gif he can make it appeare that he is ketrothit to another woman, then he shale be free.” HANDS WOULD CRACK OPEN “About two months ago my bands started to crack open and bleed, the skin would scale off, and the good flesh would burn and itch dreadfully. IVhen my hands first started to get sore there were sbaall blisters like water blister! which formed. They itched dreadfully, it just seemed as though I could tear the skin all off. I would scratch them and the skin would peel off, and the flesh Would be all red and crack open and bleed. It worried me very much, as I had never had anything the matter with my skin. I was so afraid I would have to give up my employment. “My doctor said he didn’t think it would amount to anything. But it kept getting worse., One day I saw a piece in oiie of the papers about a lady who had the same trouble with her hands. She had csed Cuticura Soap and Ointment and we? cured. I decided to try them, and my hands were all healed before I had used one cake of Cuticura Ointment. I um truly thankful for the good results from the Cuticura Soap and Ointment, for thunks to them I was cured, and did not have to lose a day from work. I have had no return of the skin trouble.” (Signed) Mrs. Mary E. Breig, 2522 Brown Street, Philadelphia, Pa., Jan. 12, lill. Although Cuticura Soap and Oint ment are sold everywhere, a sample of each, with 32-page book, will be mailed free on application to “Cuticura.” Dept. L, Boston. Elegant Language. “A poet speaks of himself as a ‘blind voyager across the bitter seas.’ ” “Perhaps an overindulgence in fancy food has given him an acute sensation of mal de mer.” Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it Bears the Signature of In Use For Over SO Tears. Children Cry for Fletfiher’s Castoria His View. “Tell me about Spain, romantic Spain.” “Well,” said the motorist, “there are a few bad places as you come down the mountains, but in the main the roads are pretty good.” Dr. Pierce’s Pellets, small, sugar-coated, easy to take as candy, regulate and invigorate stomach, liver and bowels. Bo not gripe. S3 It isn’t difficult for a man to see his affinity in a woman with an obese bank account PIEBS CVKED IN 6 TO 14 DAYS Yonrdruggist will retund money if PAZO OINTMENT fans to cure any case of Itching, Blind, Bleeding or Protruding Piles In 6to 14 days. 5Uc. When a man does things he hasn’t much time to talk about them. Garfield Tea will keep the whole system in perfect condition. Many a girl repents at leisure because she didn’t ffiarry in haste.

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