The Clancy Miner (Clancy, Mont.) 1896-1899, February 01, 1896, Image 2

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D a Bae . “WOMEN OF ST. LOUIS. SOME WEALTHY DAMES OF THE GREAT MOUND CITY. Who .They Are and What They Are Worth—Annle Russell Allen.and Her Julla: Maffit Enormous Fortane-—Mrs. and Others. St. Louis Correspondence. 4, ROBABLY THER wealthiest St. Louis woman is Mrs. An- nie Russell Allen, @ who spends most of p>’ Ther time in-Pitts- vt field, Mass., the’ ea birthplace of her oat %,) husband, Thomas a H. Allen. It is dit- er. ficult to get the ter me ” »* exact figurés which represent the immense resources of Mrs. Allen,’ but she is possessed of sev- eral millions. Although she appreciates the wealth which Providence has bestowed upon her, she does not lose her rest at night puzzling her’ brain as to the prospect of making another million or two to keep her from want. Mrs. Allen has be- tween $5,000,000 and $6,000,000, it is said, and she brought the bulk of this MRS. J. L. D. MORRISON, great fortune to her husband, hav- ing received it from her father, Mr. Russell. Mr. Allen invested the money judiciously, and increased it materially, having been the projector and builder of the Iron Mountain railroad, of which he was president for many years. Mrs. Allen has spent most of her time in Pittsfield, her husband’s old home, since his death, wheve she occupies a very handsome residence. She had sev- eral sons, one of whom died under very sad circumstances several years ago. Her other sons, Russell and George W. Allen, are men of standing and reputa- tion outside of their inheritance, one of them having been mayor of St. Louis and the other-an artist of considerable fame. Mrs, Allen’s fortune is in rail- road stocks and shares and real estate, a part of her income coming from the rental of one of the largest hotels ‘in the city, half of which she is said to own, besides other valuable properties Personally Mrs. Allen is rather tall and stately, her features regular and her expression denoting firmness and de- cision of character, white her manner has the repose and gentleness of the woman of breeditg and culture Mrs. Julia Maffit, widuw of Dr. Maf fit. who died about thirty years~ago, leaving his young widow with several children to share the responsibilities of a large estate, inherited her estate from her father, one of the early French set- tlers, who came here with Pierre Lac- lede, and established what was known for years as the American Fur~com- pany, who traded with the Indians, and | thus laid the foundation for a vast for- tune. As a young girl Miss Julia Chou- teau was a belle ,and beauty much | sought after, but she bestowed her | heart and hand upon a young physician, her colossal has greatly Mrs, endowing him also with fortune, which at time, increased Maffit lived dur- since tl {ng her youth in her father’s résidence, which occupied the site upon which the Four Courts has since been built. Mrs, Maffit also resided for many years in one of the twohouses which occupied the site upon which the William Barr Dry Goods building is situated. This building is partly owned by Mrs. Maf- fit; and is known as the “Julia Build- ing.” She and-her bfother, Charles P. ' Chouteau,own the property, from which ‘Bhe.draws a rental of $5,000 a month. Although Mrs. Maflit’s income is to be a thousand dollars a day, so wnostentatious one would neve know it. She is devoted to her church, and every morning when able she at- tends early mass, her daughter usual, ly accompanying her. Another custom which she has cherished, and which is followed by her daughters, is that of de- voting one hour each day to the poor. Her home is magnificently furnished with the best taste, and her wardrobe | is composed of the best fabrics, though quiet in tone and color, As a young woman Mrs, Maffit had dark hair and eyes and a fine complexion with a charming manner. She still has a gvod complexion and converses fluent ly, being a perfect type of gentle, cult~ ured, dignified Christian womanhood. Another very rich woman of this city is Mrs. Rebecca Sire, whose fortune is invested principally in real estate. She is a very commanding looking woman, with snow-white hair, and although a widow at the present time, she has been married twice. She was Miss Rebecca Ewing as a girl, and married a Chou- teau, who was also connected with the American Fur Co, Her late husband was Capt.’Sire, who left her the im- mense fortune she now owns, and with which she does a great deal of good. She occupies a handsome residence on Thirty-fifth and Pine streets with her niece, Miss Anna Green, and she is one of the most prominent workers ip the Grand Avenue Presbyterian church, of which she has been a devoted member for many years. Asa girl she was con- sidered one of the belles and beauties of her period. Mrs. Josephine Schnaider is one of the wealthiest women in the city and is a widow. Her fortune reaches the million figure; and was left her by her late husband, a rich brewer. She re- sides on the South Side in an old-fash- joned residence and does not take an active part in society... She is very gen- erous to her church and the poor. Another wealthy widow is Mrs. Adele Morrison, widow of the late Col. Don | Morrison. As Miss Adele Sarpy, Mrs. Morrison | was a bélle and beauty, and she in- herited her_fortune from~-her father, who was also interested in the Ameri- can Fur Company, several times men- tioned as the foundation of the fortunes of noted St. Louisans. On thé night of Miss Sarpy’s mar- riage to Col. Morrison her father gave her one hundred thousand dollars in gold. Mrs. Morrison’s fortune amounts | to nearly a million now and she is an | excellent woman of business. For | many years she has been a leader of so- ciety, but since the marriage of her beautiful daughters she has lived more quietly. Mrs. Lucy V. Ames has a very jaree MRS. GRACE JANUARY. fortune, which.is invested in stocks and bonds. She came into possession of her wealth at the death of her husband, and manages a great deal of her busi- ness herself. She owns one of the handsomest. country homes about St. Louis, known as “Notchcliffe,” which is fitted up handsomely and luxurious- ly. Mrs. Ames dresses very handsome- ly, and during. the winter months spends much of her time fn her Lindell boulevard tewn residence, Pcrsonally Mrs. Ames has a very attractive face, her fine eyes full of intelligence; and her daughter is also a very beautiful and fascinating woman. Mrs. Emma Copelin, widow of the late John G. Copelin, who resides in one of the handsomest mansions on Lafayette avenue, is a very rich woman. She is said to be worth several millions, her fathér, the late John J. Roe, having made an enormous fortune as a pork packer and steamboat owner. Mrs. Copélin is co-heiress with a .brothoer who has been invalided for many years and doubtless at his death she will in- herit his large fortuhe. Mrs, Copelin is a member of the Second Presbyterian church and presented the church with a $20,000 organ not long ago, and it is said she has made a large con- tribution toward the new church which the members are building. Mrs. Cope- lin is a clever financier, and takes an active interest in her business affairs. »She is affable and courteous in her manners, and dresses well with taste and judgment. -She has traveled a great deal, but is domestic in her taste, Mrs. Grace January, who is at pres- ent abroad; is another very wealthy woman. She is the widow of the late Jesse January, and. was Miss Grace Valle, a famous beauty in her girlhood (By Lieut. R. A. Swift, U.S. A) ‘ HAVE been con- nected with many. fcolhardy expedi- tions, but ‘none more hazardous and ~ foolish than that wt {. which took seven of us into the heart of the Navajo re- gion in search ofthe “Golden City.” At pi that time there was no one along the southwest border but had heard of this wonderful city. It was said to be situated in the very heart of Navajo land. That it was the lost city of Cibolo everyone agréed. The Indians declared the country haunted by giant phantoms. Old hunters, who had ventured far- into the Nayajo Country, told thrill- ing stories of seeing its glittering towers far across a great desert on which no human being could live. *While we were led to take some stock in the mysterious city, we laughed at the tale of the deadly desert. Old Dave Handy was our.guide. Dave’s age no man could tell, but his. hair was white as hoar-fgost, while his step was as elastic as that of a youth not past 20. Old Dave's pard, Apache Jack, claim- ed to have erossed the deadly desert and reached the wonderful city. He told marvelous tales of the treas- ure he had seen there, where the walls of the houses were overlaid with gold and silver, and the towers encrusted with precious stones. He even exhibited a curiously-chased ornament of gold which he claimed to nelle. i r airy iggy ded ote te ° i A Oy h | l y ' il » all } ri 1 Aa | iy A.) 1 ‘ iP i fi | wonder. It had. been his intention to return to the city with several comfades and bring away enough of the treasure to | make them all rich. But the fever got into Jack’s bones, | and he lay down to die in Santa Fe. I think now that the nian was de- ranged. ; Where he obtained the golden orna- ment I cannot imagine, but that he saw in Navajo land what we afterward beheld I have no doubt. In. his dying moments he must have believed that he had reached the “Golden City.” He told Old Dave how to find the dead desert. Dave was not fool enough to try to penetrate alone into the fastnesses of the Navajo country: 5 He took along six companions, of which I was one, Avoiding all dangers, we had pene- trated to the very heart of the reser- vation, ¢ There Old Dave declared .we must come upon the dead desert. Riding through a mountain gap we eame to the open couatry beyond, Dave.was in advance, A cry broke from his lips. “Thar she am!” We urged our horses forward, and the spectacle that dawned on our view caused us to gasp for breath and sit quivering on our jaded animals. We had found the wonderful city! “It rose om the open | lain far out, yet near. ae to wonder at the injeP all e Te ‘td countered in crossing the desert. Thirty minutes, or,.at most, an hour's anaes riding must bring Us to its great wall, Wy The buildings were magnificent in size. We could see towers, and balconies, and gates, and parapets, and _— spires, and columns of temples, The sun, hanging low, glittered on the gilded domes and flashed from the silvery spires, ‘ In the midst of the city was a mighty temple, lifting itself high above all the other buildings, a magnificent structure that filled us with awe. Up to that minute I do not believe one of us firmly believed he would ever set eyes on the. wonderful city. But we had found it at last. We were spellbound, For’a long time we remained mocion- less, staring, staring, staring. “Hurrah!” The shout burst from Old Dave's lips. He plunged his spurs deep into the horse he bestrode. We followed his example. Out upon the desert we.dashed. The sun was dropping behind the western mountains. We must reach the wonderful city before darkness fell on the desert. Madly we urged our horses forward, giving no heed to the fact that they were already.well beaten by the jour- ney of the day. The greed of gold was on us, send- Ing our blood in hot torrents through our veins, We had no thought of anything but our amazing discovery. To our bewilderment the city seemed to recede before us, nS AA iTS y BENNY WS ‘ v b ie ra * Be We drew no nearer. In vain we urged our over-driven horses. As we galloped fiercely into the dés- ert the colossal seemed to glide from us. Then, had reason ruled, we should have drawn rein. But no; we reeled wildly on, our nos- trils filled with dust, our throats dry and parched, our eyes fixed on the siren city. It seemed that we were entranced, fascinated, dazed, hypnotized. At length, as the sun dropped lower, we saw a blue haze gathering about the city, which began to fade .and grow dimmer. Then it was that Old Dave came to his senses, He wheeled his staggering horse square in front of me and caught. my animal’s bridle. “Stop!” he shouted hoarsely. He forced my horse on its haunches. Others swept. past, unheeding his command—deaf to his shouts. Besides Old Dave and myself, but one other of all the party stopped, and that was .Charlie Branzil, a young fellow of 20. His horse was nearly spent and he drew rein. On toward the wonderful city raced the other four, and we saw them melt into the blue haze of the desert and dis- appear. | Then, as we sat there, exhausted, buildings rils en-' Bae ne staring after them, a weird thing hap- pened, . % -The sun went down and the -mystic. city melted away before our eyes—van- ished from view. It was not yet dark, but the city was gone like a phantom. i “It is the mirage!” -The words came thickly from my tongue. I could not bear to think we had been tricked and yet I knew it well. No city was there—nothing but a phantom reflection that came—whenee? We had no desire to spend the night on the desert, and so we turned back, hastening to reach the gap again be- fere darkness settled. We were barely successful. But we had left four comrades in the desert. We never saw one of them again, Long we waited on the border of the desert, but they came not back from the phantom city. It had lured them to doom. Searchfng for them, we proceeded as far as we dared into the desert, but we found no trace of them—not even their bones. During the three days we lingered at the border of the desert the city rose three times’ before our eyes in all its grandeur, and three times it melted from view, leaving the plain bare and desolate as far as the eye could reach, To this day I have never heard that anyone has reached the “City of Gold.” But the glittering mirage has lured many a fortune-seeker to doom, It still appears at intervals, And somewhere on the face of the earth the wonderful city must actually exist just as it is reflected in the mirage, But where? ROBBED IN A PYRAMID. Arabs Tuoroed a Baltimore Man's Pock« ets inside Out. “T wanted to visit the pyramids,” said Dr. Jafnes J. Mills, in talking about his recent European trip to a Baltimore American reporter, “and I undertook to do it without being accompanied by a dragoman. Against the advice of friends I set out on the back of a don- key, with no attendant save the donkey boy. As‘the boy could speak no Eng- lish and I could speak no Arabic we did not talk much, “We were followed out of cairo by a swarm of beggars, whose only cry was ‘Backsheesh, backsheesh” When we reached the vicinity of the pyramids we were met by a horde of Arabs who could speak but a few Words of broken English. They volunteered to take -me inside the pyramid. With two of these wild-looking sons of the desert we en- tered the great pyramid of Cheops, de- scending long gloomy passages, passing the brink of an enormous well, travers- ing a footway which led along by the tombs of numerous dead and up a nar- row passageway with a floor as smooth as glass. Here the ascent was So steep that it was necessary for one Arab to go in front and pull me along, while the other came behind and pushed. When we reached the end of this passageway we sat down to rest. The atmosphere was stifling,while myriads of black bats flew clumsily about and gave an un- canny appearance to the place. It was then that my two Arab guides began to think of ‘backsheésh,’ and ask in Eng- lish, which I-could understand pain- fully well, how much money I had. It was no place to argue with them, for if they had left me there 1 might have been there yet. I tried to make them think that I did not understand but the result of it all was that they turned my pockets inside out and took all the monéy I had. Then they piloted me out in great glee and told me that I was a ‘valy glud man.’ I got back to Cairo as soon.as I could and there'my friends told me that I might have well expected to be robbed.” The Tramp Had Money. There was a little incident in New Jersey the other day which wiil render ordinary citizens a trifle reflective nex? time they are called on to bestow char- ity to a tramp. One of the tribe of Weary Waggles worked—wonderful to state!—for a day or two for a prosper- ous farmer, and suggested that his em- ployer should give him a pair of trou- sers to replace *his own much dog- bitten ones. The amiable farmer did so, receiving the old garment in return, and thought no more of the matter until, after Weary’s departure, it oc- curred to him to see what a tramp might have left in his pockets. To his amazement he found a greasy wad of bills amounting to $100. The question now is whether the tramp had stolen the trousers, and had never discovered the $100, or whether he had forgotten his treasure, and whether it is custom- ary for tramps to have capital, and to conceal the fact. EImmortalized in Street Names. When Paris either loves or losés some one whom she delights to honor, the inevitable ceremony of new signature for an old street is proposed and carried with acclamation. A movement to suk- stitute the great scientist M. Pasteur’s name for the present Boulevard De Vaugirard is already on foot, — A cold church can only bs warmed by fire that comes from iod,—Ram’s Horn, aa me) q

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