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Show CIVIL WAR TRAGEDY famous hope diamond OLD CLOCK A FACTOR MANTIC STORY. Humor TKM Senator Cl&rk of Montana. Will Purchase Valuable Gem Tavernier diamond, Negotiations for the sale of the the celebrated Hope diamond to a rich one of the crown jewels of King Tnerican have been in progress ever Louis XV. the Kohinoor of the was brought French crown. ace the big blue gem The Tavernier diamond was bought m the United States last November. Is $500,- - in India in the early part of the eightThe price of the diamond runou eenth century by a French traveler. It was said at that time to have been one of the royal Jewels of the Pharaohs of Egypt. At any rate, it was brought to France . and sold to the king. In 1792 it was seized by the revolutionists along with the other crown jewels and placed in a strong box in the Gardemeuble. From there it was stolen more than 100 years ago, and no trace of it has ever been found. In 1830, however, a trader named Daniel Eliason appeared In London with a blue diamond about half the size of the missing Tavernier gem, of which he could give no history. This was sold to Henry Thomas Hope, ancestor of the present Lord Hope. In 1874 there turned up in Geneva another blue diamond, exactly matching the Hope diamond in size and color, and experts believe this gem, known as the Brunswick diamond, and the Hope diamond, are the halves of the lost Tavernier jewel. 000. j is known that the Hope diamond recently sent to Senator Clarks 49 Wall street, and that efflee at No. It with great interest, examined be hile he has never been known as a eollector of rare gems he is known in was as a large purEurope and America chaser of paintings and costly works of art. The Hope diamond came to tae States on Nov. 26, 1901. United It was brought over by Simon Frankel, firm of Joseph Frankels of the The diamond Sons of Nassau street. was brought in the safe of the Ger- i! RO- Pathetic Tale of Sad Happening In the Life of Miss Patsy Colerain of Bardstown, Ky. Story of Forty Years Ago. lopeciai DOZEN ieuer.j miles perhaps, east of Bardstown, Ky., in a sequestered neighbor- hood, reside Nathan Cole-raia childless widower of advanced age, and his maiden sister, who is now The past middle life. Colerain residence is an situated unpretentious farmhouse, in the midst of a verdant lawn, shadowed by heavy follaged forest trees. Miss Patsy Colerain, or Aunt Patsy, as she is fa- - liner Kronprinz Wilhelm in a to a shelf. one of these rarest of gems, a perfect blue diacarats, and is mond. It weighs 44 cushion-shapereflecting a deep saplight from nearly 200 phire blue facets. As to its origin, that, like the history of many other famous gems, Is shrouded in mystery. In its present size and form it dates back only to A blue ribbon friendship is better 1838, but there is good reason to bean honorable mention love. lieve that it is half of what was once the man n IN plain pine case screwed The Hope diamond is I Bessie and her Auto & street. to pincb To tbe figure in Its shaping Like the hourglass It is aping, Swelling out in both directions from the cinch. With her soft eyes proudly blink- And she doesn't care a penny For the blessings (?), which are many, Thai are fired at her with fervid vocal heat, And the wheelman whom ahe grazes ing, Fill the air with dark blue blazes, As the pretty queen is thinking Of the envious admiration she will But for that she doesn't care a safety pin; win, To the curb they must go scootin' Charming Bessie looks so queenly Or shell smash them sure as As she gracefully, serenely, shootin Lifts her skirts and mounts her auto When she's burning up the roadway for a spin. on a spin. Down the avenue shes sailing Shes of modest disposition While a film of steam is trailing In her home. Youd think her misIn her wake as fleecy as a bridal veil; sion At the knob her foot is banging On this planet was directed from And the gong is loudly clanging above; At pedestrians who turn a deathly Not a sweeter smile was ever pale! See them rushing helter-skelteBy an angel flashed no, never. And her eyes are gentle as the eyes Seeking for a place of shelter. of dove. While the fair mobillsts features But her traits so meekly humble flash a grin, From their base take a tumble For it is her sweet opinion None dares question her dominion And a spirit of wild recklessness creeps In When shes out upon her auto for a When she grasps the waiting lever spin. In a fit of scorching fever And is off upon her auto for a spin. In a reckless way she forces r, - half-drunke- n Men who drive the vulgar horses To skedaddle from the middle of the In a gown that is a vision Noted for its close ad lesion To the figure it is privileged ful fire, her mind busy with t nights of her absent lover, when suddenly the door opened, and young Morehead attired in a handsome uniform, stood before her. Before she could speak the young soldier caught her in his arms and showered kisses upon her blushing face. A second later she broke from his embrace and trembling with fright she remonstrated with him for daring to leave his command and coming here alone. The country, she said, was swarming with guerrillas and other enemies to his cause, and that if he was caught here his life would pay the penalty. He soon reassured her, however, and convinced her that he could reach his lines, which were not far away, without the least danger to himself. Happy to have him with her, she nestled up to him on the old sofa, and together they talked of love and the happy times when the cruel war would- be over and they would be united, never to part While thus engaged there came above the patter of the rain the The lovtramping of many horses. ers faces blanched with terror, for they knew that enemies were upon them. Going to the window Patsy saw by the faint light of the moon breaking through the clouds, that which caused her heart to cease to beat and paralyzed her every thought and motion. The yard was filled with guerrillas. When her speech at last came to her, she turned to her lover, who was now at her side, and said, in scarcely audible tones: My God, Reuben; it is Sue Mun-d- y and his gang. If they catch you here it is certain death! Oh, what shall we do? By this time the guerrillas were at the door, clamoring for admittance. Then it was that an idea came to the distressed girl. The old clock, Reuben; get into that, she said, it is plenty large, and they will never discover you there. The young man lost no time in clambering into the barrel of the clock, and his sweetheart fastened the door. Then, with a lighter heart, she admitted the guerrillas, who were growling and cursing at the delay. Filing through the long hall into the cozy sitting room, they took seats and demanded refreshments. Patsy left to comply with their demands, but she had hardly left the dining room when she heard the guerrillas raving and cursing and the report of firearms. Realizing the worst, she hurried back and reached the hall just in time to witness the murderous outlaws dragging the dead body of her lover from the old clock. At this juncture again - came the tramp of horses, followed by more firing and commotion, and then to Patsy tame a blank. For weeks the girl hovered between life and death, a victim of brain fever. When the disease left her she was but a wreck of her former self. When The Old Clock. miliarly known to her neighbors and friends, is a lady of great refinement, bearing traces of a remarkable youth ful beauty. She is very quiet and unobtrusive and has not gone beyond the precincts of her own yard for nearly forty years. There is tragic history connected with her estrangement from the world that would afford rich material for a thrilling romance. In the spacious hall of the Colerain homestead stands a clock, an affair of the grandfather species. This old timepiece is over a century old, and is indeed a quaint 5 looking object, with the smiling face of a full moon and a riding at u anchor on a placid sea ship painted above its dial. The pendulum of the old has been motionless, and its clock earnest this Much cheered by elaborately carved brass hands have spirit, the preacher then asked all never moved a jot since the fateful present who wished to go elsewhere in the year 1864 when It played night same to declare themselves after the in a bloody tragedy fashion. No one moved for the space an important part Miss Patsy Coleralns heart of thirty seconds, and the preacher that broke life in a pall of was about to fall back on general ex- and enveloped her that will never be lifted this hortation, when Jamie arose in his gloom side of the grave. place and stood with great compos In 1864 Miss Patsy Colerain was ure. one of the handsomest considered You surely did not understand women In Nelson county. Of young friend. what I said, my aged an family, wealthy in her own Jamie indicated that he had thoroughly grasped the preachers meaning. Do you really mean that you are where go ready to I mentioned? Am no anxious for sic a road, said Jamie, blandly, but a cudna bear tae see ye stannin alane, and you a stranger in the parisn, and Drumtochty went home satisfied that it was not always safe for strangers to the village upon come patronizing their superior goodness, at least while Jamie was to the fore. H. S., In Boston Journal. rOne of tHe Best of - Mr. Beechers funny story of the 'loaded" drummer which the Journal me published last Sunday reminds that good stories have no local habitation. Ian Maclaren, in his interesting experience of Drumtochty, brought to gether under the title of Auld Lang Syne, tells a story of Jamie Soutar, who possessed a nippy tongue, which he was very fond of exploiting at the expense of humbugs of all sorts. Dr. Watson says one of Jamies most felicitous strokes was his guileless response to the humiliating invitation of a lay preacher, who had secured the Free Kirk for an exhoration meeting to wake up Drumtochty to a sense of its sinful condition, not being aware that the people of that village carried their religion deep down in their souls and not upon their sleeves. Now, my dear friends, said the exhprter, all who wish to go to heaven, stand up, and Drumtochty rose la a solid mass, except Lachlan Campbell, who considered the preacher ignorant of the very elements of doctrine, and Jamie. old-lin- the Either Southwestern Vegetation Armed or Armored. Writing in The Century of the Southwest (Arizona and New Mexico particularly), Ray Stannard Baker has plants this to say of the of the desert spaces: In the green hills one loves to lie on the grass, to brush against the trees, to pick a twig here and there and taste the tart sap, but the desert Everyallows no such familiarity. is confines its within lives that thing either armed or armored. Every cactus stalk is covered with a myriad of spikes and hooks as sharp as needles, that warn one to keep his distance. Thread not on the cactus with your heavy shoes even, for the barbed spines will often pierce thick leather; every rider of the plains has had the experience of picking cactus spines from his bare flesh. The mes-qutree, which is a near relative to the honey locust, is covered with thorns, so that you trespass at your peril; the cats claw strikes at you as you pass, tearing your clothing and lacerating your skin. Even the agaves and the yuccas, the green foliage of which looks soft enough in the distance, are armed with leaves each of which Is a double-edgesword with a spear point. The leaves of the spreading bunches of bear grass, which covers a thousand desert hills, and often are so stiff, needle-pointed- , s that no animal ever to touch them. Even the grease- d it d d Miss Colerain Forty Years Ago. she grew stronger they told her that she had neglected to conceal her lovers overcoat and gloves. That the guerrillas discovered them and instituted a search for the young soldier. the strange paloverde tree green pole of the Mexicans, a ven-t'lre- tree with branches, but with almost invisible leaves while having no spines, yet know well how to protect themselves. Break off a twig of either and the smell of it that clings to your fingers will cure you of further deTHE OLD COLERAIN RESIDENCE. name, she was naturally much sought after and had suitors by the score. Of course, she had but one choice, and that was Reuben Morehead, a descendant of one of Kentuckys governors, who claimed Nelson county as his birthplace. Young Moreheal was an orphan, who had been reared by a neighboring farmer. Patsy had known him all her life, and had loved him as far back as she could remember. The war broke out and Reuben took up arms for the North. Then followed sad days for the young girl. Her father sickened and died, and her only brother was in the far bouth, battling for the Confederacy. Thus she was left with only the faithful negro slaves and a nephew barely in his teens. At this time the neighborhood was Sue Mundy and full of guerrillas. Many Suicides of Soldiers. his gang were terrorizing that entire The suicide death rate in European section and soldiers and civilians armies far exceeds the rate of the alike were falling at their hands. country to which the army belongs. The outlaws were frequently at the Colerain house, and, while Patsy, had The master poets love to deal with never suffered any indignities from the victory of the vanquished, which them, she was in constant terror lest the world's thinkers know to be she might One rainy night in April, 1864, Miss greater than the victory of the victor' " Colerain was sitting before a cheerious. 'Nathan Hale." It was while Judge Celora E. Martin of the jtfew York State Court of Ap peals was on the Supreme Court bench, says the New York Times, thai a young lawyer was ar guing a motion before him. Tiring oi the attorneys grandiloquence, Justice Martin interrupted him and started ta render an adverse decision. But your honor does not under stand the case, still urged the attor ney, who saw that things were not Permit me to excoming his way. plain the law. I have here some ol the latest decisions of the Court of Ap peals in which it is held Motion is denied with costs. again Have you interrupted the justice. any later decision than that? ELIZABETH VAN LEW SERVED WELL. THE GOVERNMENT Her Home at Richmond, Va., the Center of Southern Federal Intrigue-Roma- ntic Episode in the Life of Remarkable Woman. (Special Letter.) HE spot in Richmond at present most frequented by strangers is the old Van Lew house, lately owned and occupied by Miss Elizabeth Van Lew, the famous Union spy, who rendered more assistance to the Federal government during the civil war than any woman within the confines of the Confederacy, and carriages filled with tourists empty themselves daily before its entrance. The place, purchased since her death, eighteen months ago, by an organization and converted into a club house for men, has been renewed without being essentially altered, and. here may still be seen the hollow ornamental columns on either side of the parlor mantel in which were concealed communications from Gen. Grant and the authorities at Washington, the attic where fugitives from Libby prison awaited an opportunity of escape through the lines, the secret chamber beneath the eaves into which they crawled when discovery threatened, the outlet through the roof for sudden flight when detection was imminent and the strange figure on the basement wall of the mistress of the mansion herself, which started out upon the application of some renovating chemical like writing with sensitized ink when exposed to fire. Perhaps her most dramatic achievement was the surreptitious removal of the body of young Ulrich Dahlgren, the son of Admiral Dahlgren, who was killed in King and Queen county, Va., and whose untimely end his mother never ceased to mourn. Burled near the spot upon which he fell, his remains were removed three weeks later, by order of the Confederate authorities, and placed in Oakwood cemetery, near Richmond. On the afternoon of the same day Martin for the Lipscomb, the contractor burial of the Federal and Confederate dead, was visited at his home on Franklin street by John Lohman, a German builder, and an unsuspected agent of Miss Van Lew, who represented Admiral Dahlgren as crazed by the death of his son, and besought him for the sake of humanity to disclose the whereabouts of the body and ject which it was raednt to hasten, the restoration of the body being delayed until three weeks after peace had been declared. Recalling the fate of Mrs. Surratt, it Is still a matter of surprise that, suspected as she was throughout the war. Miss Van Lew should have been allowed by the authorities to go at large. Her services in the cause of the Union were not positively and fully known, however, until after her death, when officers, who had been concealed in her house one of whom now occupies a government position in Washington visited the place and disclosed the secret chamber and the movable step leading out through the roof. That her services were recognized by Gen. Grant la TRIALS OF A POET. Seme Humorous Experiences of Pen sion Commissioner Ware. Eugene F. Ware got to be commissioner of pensions in spite of being poet, and not because of it. So d Clares a Kansas man, who said that poem of Wares The Washerwoman Song, defeated him for congress and thieatened to kill him politically. There are a lot of rigidly orthodox preachers out in Kansas, and when Gen. Funston's father was contesting the nomination for congress with Ware the preachers cited the poem to ' prove that the author was not sound on miracles, and they nominated Funston. After the convention a Baptist preacher who headed one of the delegations met Ware and said: Wed like to have voted for you, Gene, but you wrote one poem too many. The Washerwomans Song also caused a philanthropist to pour the vials of his wrath upon Ware's head. The man was touched by the poem and sent Ware $10 for the washerwoman. Of course the check was returned with the explanation that the woman was a creation of his imagination, and the return mail brought the hottest blast that Ware ever got The philanthropist was mad clear through. He declared that the poet was trifling with the higher qualities of human nature in wringing peoples hearts over imaginary ills, and that he ought to be locked up for it Ware was In doubt whether be ought to feel tickled or penitent, but he kept out of the philanthropists evinced by the fact that, upon hearway. of he evacuation Richmond, ing of the Col. dispatched his STEAMER WITH A HISTORY. Parke, to see that sue was properly entered his when cared for, and army the city, paid long vislt3 to her at Three Nations at One Time Searching for Outlaw of the Sea. her home. An extraordinary "bad character One of his first acts, too, after he became president, was to make her of a vessel, the Pennebanke, was built postmistress of Richmond, a position for a grain ship, but soon found the which she held for eight years, and trade too slow. She vanished, and turned up sudher receipts from which amounted to In the east as the Kelpie, where a denly had She later government $30,000. position in Washington, which she she very soon got into trouble with retained until . Cleveland came into the British government for smuggling Her arms into the Persian gulf. power, when she resigned. She slipped away, not an hour too mother died in 1870, after which her home was shared by her brother and soon to escape capture; and being wanted badly,' she appeared next as his two daughters. One by one they passed away, however, leaving her ac a German vessel on the South American coast, painted rusted, and renamthe last alone in the old house, haunted by the memories of more than ed the Graf Schwarzfels. The usual a century. Her course during the revolutions were in full swing, and war, and her affiliation with the ne- she did a trade for six months in regroes after it alienated the people of storing political exiles who had monRichmond, who withdrew from all as- ey to move with. By this time there were three sepsociation with her. Only one or two close friends continued to cling to arate nations clamoring for the Penher; and her pathetic plaint, when nebanke, and she vanished utterly, turning up on the other side of the world in a suit of galley-greepaint, There rechristened the she turned her attention to a little and did very well till a fast Spanish gunboat caught her and plumped a shell through her engine room. She was taken to port a captive. But her crew actually managed to tinker up the wrecked engines on the quiet, and got her away, but she was soon afterward sunk by a cyclone off the Malay coast. n Shah-in-Sha- pearl-poachin- Congressman Cannon Poetic. Every once in a while Representative Cannon becomes poetical. At a night session, when the House was discussing a bill for protecting forests, Mr. Cannon described in flowing language how the moss under held the water, and how the water in the dry season percolated through the roots of the trees. "And as the water feeds down from the VIEW OF VAN LEW HOUSE. headwaters through the counties and assist in its restoration' to the dis- sickness and old age had overtaken the states, he continued, and again tracted father. Im so lonely; nobody through other states, singing aB it her, was: Through a change of directions on loves me. goes, it makes the frogs and the the part of Gen. Elzey, then in charge No stone marks the green mound grasshoppers rejoice, and keeps fiur of the city department, the interment beneath which she sleeps in Shockoe descendants from crying for bread." : of the young officer had not been in- Hill cemetery, but a strange coinciWell, remarked Mr. Sherman, trusted to Lipscomb, and piqued by dence identifies it The space reserv- when Cannon had concluded, the this and moved by the appeals of his ed for her In the family lot gentleman from Illinois has demonvisitor, he promised to give him the was insufficient to admit of her grave strated that wherever else the moss desired aid. At 10 o'clock that night, being dug in the usual way, and it grows, it does not grow on his back. therefore, he repaired to the cemetery. lies north and south, as did those oi I think he has further demonstrated Lohman, with his brother and a negro the federal soldiers buried in confed- that .musical and rippling as are the gravedigger, awaited him, and amid erate cemeteries, as did that of Ulrich streams he has described, they ' are a fierce thunder and hail storm, the Dahlgren. less musical than his voice, and less very batteries of heaven seeming to rhythmical than his felicity in rolling be turned upon them, they executed out words. Hay to Build Apartment House. s the task, carrying the body to One of the finest buildings that Had Changed His Mind. house, on Chelsea Hill, north of have ever graced Washington, aside One of the most interesting men what is now the Richmond Locomo- from the government structures, will tive works. There they found Miss be the new apartment house about to on the Yale faculty is Prof. Brewer of Van Lew with two or three Union be erected by Secretary of State John the scientific department. Men who sympathizers. The former cut off a Hay. A row of very good houses be- have studied under him declare that lock of the officer's hair, and Lips- longing to Mr. Hay on fashionable there is no subject on which he is not comb having agreed to provide a me- Connecticut avenue is being torn a competent authority. tallic coffin for the remains and Loh- down to make room for it, and a They tell at Yale of a student who once posted himself on some esoteric man to undertake the transfer through much-use- d alley in the square will be reconthe lines, the party separated. closed, as be is the owner of all the Chinese subject by reading a The next morning at an early hour Each suite of dite encyclopaedic article, and, fully property. abutting the arrangements were completed, and rooms in such a swell apartment primed, sought to stick the profesthe coffin lifted into a cart and cov- house rents for more per annum than sor. Prof. Brewer talked familiarly ered with fruit trees. A single mule the full amount of the average mans on the subject, but, to the students difsalary. It does not require the brain delight, expressed views radically of a mathmetician to guess at Mr. ferent from the encyclopaedias. "You must ad- lit you are wrong for this buildHays future income once, r professor, said the student, trieighty-fouwith its alone, suites, ing I have looked the matumphantly. to say nothing of the cafe. ter up, and encyclopaedia utterly disagrees with you. Have Refused Titles. Very true, replied the professor, Some of the greatest men England has produced have resolutely refused composedly, but a great deal oC new to accept titles even when urged to information has come to light that do so. Carlyle was a notable instance has changed my mind completely in the field of letters, Mr. Gladstone since I wrote the article for the encyin the field of politics. The order clopaedia. of merit will meet cases of this kind The Amenities Preserved and will be a higher badge of honor From Shenandoah, Pa., comes the than any title. Carlyle accepted the Prussian order oi merit. Lord Kelvin tale of a local bad man who, within the weeks of his release from jail Is now the holder of both the Prusafter serving a sentence for general sian and British orders. disorder and dissipation,made an evenDoor to Secret Chamber, ing call on a tavern keeper who was waa attached, and, with the statement Name Is Valuable. that the trees were to be set out on - N. Chew, a second deputy auditor In doing his level best to conduct what is The his farm, Lohman drove safely down the postoffice department, Washing- known as a respectable place. a double line of pickets In the direc- ton, does little but sign his name for visitor was coolly received; but he tion of Laurel Station, on the Fred- about eight hours every day. It is hung on, making a glorious effort to obtain recognition from this and that ericksburg road, where, beneath a said that he owes his appointment a sassafras bush, a third burial was largely to his having a signature con- customer of the evening, and finally effected. Meanwhile, Admiral Dahl- taining but five letters and that can by sheer persistence compelling the gren wrote President Davis, asking be written with great rapidity. proprietor to enter in conversation. for the return of the body, and inNobody offered to treat him, however, and as midnight came and the tavdollar gold closing five twenty-fivHas Regular Schedule. pieces for attendant expenses. A It has come to be regarded as set- erner was making ready to close, the ready assent was given, but upon in- tled that when Col. John Jacob Astor bad un said; Mike, Im broke as you knowj but vestigation the grave was found to be runs into and smashes a farmers empty, and as.young Dahlgrens order wagon with his auto the cost of the I guess I can have a little drink cant to burn Richmond and kill the presi- damage is $100. He has paid several I until I call again. dent with his cabinet had aroused in- bills of that amount on account, of No you cant, was Mikes prompt tense feeling at the south, his friends wreckage caused by his flyer. But you can have the best reply. believed that there had been foul and biggest drink In the house If you play a conviction retained until after We are always a little suspicious of promise not to call again. the cessation of hostilities. The pre- the man who wears silk mittens on Little mice gnaw at a big cheese cipitate action, too, retarded the, ob his voice. and little vices gnaw at a great virtue. - side to meddle. A Final Decision. SPY Loh-man- wood and PLANTS. rasp-edge- e UNION the-tree- Ian Maclarens Stories l&yoo- FAMOUS That the latter threw open the door of the clock, presumably with the hope of making his escape, when he was shot and instantly killed. About this time a detachment of young More-head- s command swooped down upon the guerrillas and put them to flight This story reads like fiction, but nevertheless, every word of it is true. As before stated, one of the actors still lives, and the old clock, with defaced woodwork and motionless mae chinery, stands in the spot it did on that dreadful night its brazen hands still marking the hour that the brave young soldier met his ignominious death. self-sam- Advice. Congressman Beidler of Ohio went into a Washington restaurant and ordered a steak and said: Hare it well done and have it in a hurry. The colored waiter hesitatingly sugIf you is in a hurry, boss, gested: why dont you have yo steak rare and den yo wont have to wait so long? The congressman at first was disposed to feel angry, but tne darky was evidently sincere and his tip did not suffer because of his remark. Well-Mea- e s |