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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 15, 1905)
at 11 in p Q,ixe cix o3 13 cauiy V 1 .wv. 0 1 "Mis s Bryant in. "3 gown, made Ty "Kerself , HE QUEEN OF BEAUTY Is the latest trlumi.h Tl achieved by Teresa Bryant, the most romantic I appearing girl In New York today. I The contest was held by competitive exam ination of photographs. These were submitted to a committee of competent Judges, artists, and lithographers, and people competent to de cide. And after three days' deliberation tt was shown that Miss Bryant's beauty was the most perfect In every way. The young lady was then sent for. Fearing that she would be embarrassed, tho object of her visit was not made known to her. Bho was simply told that her presence was V if V t K 1 w ' Hu Bryant should i r ft r to po, then, indeed, th re Is a future for her. Her lunij face run adorn half the riilendsirs of next ear. and hur ymik run id if she would lie m.ri'ored upon half the picture omit that lie in the hop She h is a wonderful smile and a iii.lerf ill ir 'f t-yes. Seen In life, in their natural colors, they are pt-rfti lion "I wish more gills would try to bring out tlnir own natural talents," says kliss llryant. There Ik ii n it d. -nand for pretty girls, especially for M mil girls. What a pity tht pretty girls, girls who hve coloring and a we: stnile. do not tike sdvantsgs of the hand which fortune holds out to tliam. fsine ITortune does not hold out net h.iml m :o ih, m om e and the girl who neglects it. and fails to nr.isp it. will be si.rry some day. The thing is to t ike it while yiu may. It will not beckon to you forever. " 1 know of many pretty girls at home, supported their parents, lio can ill afford to support them. I u iild not make my old father suport me If I were oiiiik ami strong and could work, und he were old and fet hie and ini.ilde to niako a living, tti there are girls who do. They do not mean to lie IhoughtletM. liut they lack the necessary confi dence ,n till ITloelveS. A seet spirit is more powerful than beauty. And the girl who would 'win out,' as th. y my. must lie siting of purpose, svteet tempered, good, and willing to work.'' And Ttresa llryant remains the ijueen of beauty. lunoesque in Her Measurements. The young unman fo hotioied by Fin h a f'n vote i f rep resentative yrlibis is of the new type. She Is t ho pol' tvp . No one approaches her slatuesoue flKii'i unl ss p rhapt It is Juiie tvi. Mary Anderson wa." of this type, and there have been a few others. Hut few. Indeed. Here are Miss Bryant's proportions: Height, fi feet 10 and a little over. Waist. -M inches. Bust, a full ,T Inches. ,'Neek. 14 Inches. The throat a MtUe fuller ns it nears the htad Size of fiot. 4 shop. Size of hand, a fl glove. ; Arm in perfect proportion with wrist, and ankle cxqti s- itely shaped. Wiliiht. nlout IV) pounds, vnrying n little toward a lighter weight. Appinranrc. (rect. with a fine walk and a nolile carriage of the load. Shouiders held well back; arms curried gra -fully. Whole luMt'iivt nolle, rith, t ill in f e.y fonilnii" Mis Bryant's walk is one i f h r chief charms. She g t over the ground with amazing rapidity. Her walk Is dec. io d as a flylmr motion. sunn stlng a bird. and. when In far-id t- lion, she seems to skim over the ground It Is one i t Ii.t f.nis to walk miles and mlli ev.ry day. Ta tin" he : I tributes must of her will known grace. Beauiy Is of Irish Type. Miss Br.int. Hot ham a uen of be,.i. I an It.-h :l She wan eh open t w o yea i s ng its t in da n. i.t r of i he I an t ,d Isle liy the Irish society of New oi k. and lo r bt a H w 1, ie that of n American jirl. ' t.xpically Irish. She lias the SWtet Irlfh oiei- .ipd In r sinking notes me oft and i.iusicil Miss Bi ant s type is the typical St. Patrick's girl. ijer eyes aie hi and a clear, bright blue. Hit eyelashes are (liaek. so that liny say: "Her ryes are put in with a smutty linger." Her skin is white, so while you expert to pep freckles and red hair. She htia no fr.-ekles. but her hair Is a bright burnished Italian gold, in its high lights, and in its deep ones It Is am ber. It is a wonderful kind of hair, hair that fairly glov.s. l'eople In the street stop to look at It. nil in the theater, under thu electric lif;ht., It looks as though she were crowned with pure spun gold. " When 1 try on a hat," says Miss Bryant. " trie gi Is stop putting on the hats and look at me. ' How do you color your hair such a brlglit gold? Do you dye it? Io you wan It in soda? I M you use peroxide?' These are Just a few of the qinstionn that are poured upon mo. 1 smile and siy nothing at all. They would not believe me If I wen to tell thim that my huir Is nolurallv golden and that it grows on top of my head. Just that way." Y -b y - decrirsd at a certain place at a certain time. Tha place waa the studio of a well known artist, 'and , the time waa afternoon. The occasion was an afternoon tea. " Miss Bryant, allow me to present to you Mr. A., well known In the art world." . Miss Bryant bows and smiles sweetly displaying a Cupid bow mouth and a row of pearls. " Mis Bryant, lot me Introduco Dr. B.," mentioning a professor of art In the Students' Art league. Again the Cupid bow mouth and a oouple of dimples. " Miss Bryant, I must present to you Sir Charles C," this name being one connected with Ihe School of Design. Miss Bryant extends hr hand, while n blush creeps Into the lily akin. " So pleased, so honored," she murmurs. Unanimous Choice of Art Committee. After a brief hour spent over the teacups, during which the young woman is unconsciously intected. sthe departs. Meanwhile other beauties who were in the beauty contest have come and gone. The room is alone again save for the artist and his friends. " Gentlemen," he says, " we have Inspected the living pictures. Are we prepared to give the verdict?" " We are," they replied, as one man. " Write it upon paper," said the hostt. In a few minutes the hat was passed around. And when th result waa read there waa the name, " Teresa C. Bryant," without exception. When asked why they came to choose her, by what stand ard they Judged her, they said: "By general standards" Said one of them, a celebrated artist and designer: "She combines a greater number of personal qualities and charac teristics than any other young woman we have ever seen." Mls Bryr.nt has many peculiarities that do not bolona to other girls. Differs from Other Beauties. Her first one is that, though one of the most thoroughly photographed girls In the world, she Is not vain. She does not know she is handsome. When the Judges told her so she laughed and said: " O, fudge."' And he has other pecu liarities beside the one of modesty. She Is a devout girl and goes to church regularly. Though she has bten In tho bohemlan quarter of New York a gnat deal, she has never smoked a cigaret. No to bacco ever passed that Cupid bow mouth of hers. She has a nice bank aoooumt that is drawing Interest. " And every Tuesday when 1 am paid off I add a little to It," she says. She makes her own clothes, and only for the final fitting does she got a dressmaker to help her out. She even trims her hats and she makes her own gowns and shirtwaists. I 'x mm -.mm in... ii i - . . .U I ff f IflrtillH.Mtfll : ..'. 7 vv " T M vtd' lit'-:: X. vzMi mm it u wiwl . .it i i j v m i - nil f f iiait ni i ii ii ii 1 1 1 mi ii u ' 'T -r : .: . t . ... . -1 , . v. m x - s. v - " ' m .nf . am.'- m. . m rMd,5S iyarvt as she looked, the opening tuglvt of the opera, . She Is exquisitely neat. Her little home Is the pink of per fection, and to see her by the side of her sitting room table is to behold a dream of domestic loveiinewi. And she has other whims and fads. One of tlwm is that she likes to be gracious to her friends. " I sins the first time I am asked to sing.'' she says. And she adds: "And I try to make people like me. 1 love to be popular." . When nj-ked why she did not step into the matrimonial harness, this swent faced Juniesiiiie queen of beauty replied: " There is plenty of time for that. Am I a man hater? Well, hardly. Do I look like one?" Anil then the lovely mouth broke up In smiles and the sweet blue eyes fairly danced with merriment. Miss Bryant's Pace is one of thiwe charming faces that are roguish one minute and charmingly spirituelle the next. She can be wholly grave or delightfully gay. She Is never twice alike. Captivates Audience as a Singer. Miss Bryant, who Is only 21, has a great career before her. She can be a singer, for she hna a splendid mezzo soprano voloe. She ha sung on the Ptuire with fine effect. "Her audi ence waa with her from start to finish." nald a critic, speak ing of her pretty song interpretations. But if, forsaking the stage and remaining in the studios, drawing -fbotTL. 1 5S9 Jf liraVe Girt Who SaVed an American Locomotive Engineer from the Terrors of a Chain Gang in Mexico. HEN Burke Morain, accompanied by Kate Kar- "W 4 Tl ney, who la now his bride, returned to his old ff I home, near Blow Out, In western Texas, a V Y I Bhort time ago he had a story to tell that brought tears to the eyes of his relatives and friends. Burke and Kate have been sweet heartf since they were children. Two or three years a bo it occurred to the young Texan that It would be a good Idea for him to go out In the world and see If ha could not make a fortune before he asked Kate to become his wife. While acting as a fireman on the Houston and Texas Central he learned something about a locomotive, and, hearing that there were good opportunities for industrious and aspiring young men In old Mexico, ha determined to go there. Kate Karney opposed her lover's plans. She felt a premo nition of danger. The Texan could seak Spanish like a native, , and whan he reached the land of flowers, sunshine, and wonders he wa not long without employment. Two years passed and the venturesome youth had prospered beyond his greatest txpectatlons. Ha could run a locomotive, and he had saved .some money. Honest and true to the vows he had made to tht faithful girl back in the states, he had never failed to write to, her at least once a week. As time passed Burke trW Impatient " I want to see you so badly," he wrote, " that sometimes J throw the throttle wide open and howl like a wolf when my engine Is running towards Texas." . Visits Her Sweetheart in Mexico. When Kate learned that Burke waa doing well, and that ha eould not leave his place a moment without fear of losing hia position, aha allowed him to persuade her to visit Mon terey, where they could spend Sunday together. Never were young people happier than Burke and Kate while walking through the plasae and looking at places of In terest In the old city of Monterey. When the time came for the faithful girl to return to her home In Texas, her eager lover said: "Since I cannot change your mind, I will soon follow you. My engine will pull you to Laredo, and at the stations ! ean run back and see you. At Villadama, Burke run into th car, and, grasping Kate'a hands, he said: "The road la fine from here in to Laredo. Come, sweetheart, and ride with ma on the engine." Kate could not have explained the cauae of her agitation. Her limbs trembled and hj felt m If aha war walking in the shadow of a falling wall. Aftvrwardi aha firmly believed that good angels were warn ing her of Impending peril. 8it there, sweetheart," said happy Burke Morain, aa ha spread newspapers over the oiled cushions, while a smile of Joy spread over his hand some features. At a high rate of speed the train approached the next station. Suddenly an old woman rolled on the truck not ten Bteps ahead of the cowcatcher. Burke reversed his engine, and, while whistling furiously, he applied the airbrakes. It was too late. The body of the woman was ground to shreds under the ponderous wheels. Kate shrieked with terror. Meant Trial for Murder. The quick witted young engineer realized at a glance that he was ruined. The government of Mexico will take no excuse for killing a human being on a railroad track. Under the peculiar and Btringent lawa of Mexico if an engineer allows his engine to run over and kill a man, woman, or child, he ttands charged with murder. The train crew Is held respon sible for the train. If there Is a man killed, a wreck, or a disaster of any kind every man, from the conductor to the brakeman, is at once arrested and thrown into Jail, The un fortunate men are often tried while they are asleep. Engi neers and conductors are frequently convicted and shot, with their faces to an adobe wall, while firemen and brakemch are sent to the salt mines of Oaxuca to wear out a miserable ex istence under a scorching sun, tortured by brutal guards. American railroad men In Mexico are thoroughly familiar with the peculiar laws and the unreliable Judicial proceed-, ings of the country. People were swarming about the scene of the tragedy, and when the American conductor sprang upon the engine, hia face aa white as a sheet. Burke grasped the lever and the train began to move. " What had we better do?" asked the conductor. " Remember Walling." said the brakeman, who had at that moment scrambled over the tender. " Same kind of a case run over a craiy Jardinero couldn't help It. Sent to the aalt mines In chains In spite of all the lawyers and American consuls in the country. Dying cow of chain bruises and salt sores." " Cut her loose," said Burke, clinching his teeth. Wild Race tor Life and Liberty. They understood each other. The bra k mi a u had no sooner uncoupled the engine than !t shot away from the depot. "The truck is clear," aaid the conductor. "If you can make Laredo we are saved. If you fall, we will perish in chains." They did not forget the wires, but realizing that it waa too lute, they coacludod to trust to fortune. The conductor and brakeman shoveled coal, while Burks kept his ha ad on the lever and hia eyes on the track. "The machine la flying." aald the conductor. " More than a mile a minute," replied Burke, aa he threw out hia left arm and grasped the conductor by the neck. Drawing the man's ear close to his lips, with his eyes riveted on the truck he whispered: "I am going to drive hlr acrosa the bridge to Texaa soli before she inelts. If wa have to fight and swim the river, you boys must help me to save the little girl." " We will all die together," said the brave man. The brakeman understood what had been said, and, draw ing a revolver from his bosom, he patted the bright handle. Kate sprang forward with a shriek that could be heard above the roaring wheels. She had caught the first glimpse of a locomotive coming with the speed of an arrow. Glances of hopeless terror were exchanged. It was like the clash of two cyclones. Olass crashed from the windows of a building some dlstanre away. Iron bars as large as a man's mm were torn to splinters, and the cabs were wrenched loose and thrown forward on the boilers. Burke and Kate survived the shock, but the other two fell quivering In death without a scratch or a broken bone. That same evening the lovers were torn from each other's arms and Burke was thrown Into a gloomy dungeon, crowded with murderers and vagabonds. Sentenced to the Salt Mines. The case was Immediately brought before the court In, Monterey, and the defendant was held guilty of negligence which caused the death of a human being, and he was sen tenced to the salt mines for two years. Kate had employed a good lawyer, and she had appealed to the United States consul. The consul was busy, he said. He finally told the distressed young girl that he could not do anything for a man who had violated the laws of the country. The lawyer did everything In his power to save Uurke. but he candidly Informed his client that his only hope was in an appeal to the Supreme court. " Such cases drag slowly in this country," said the lawyer, "and we may consider ourselves lucky If we get a hearing inside of a year." "The horrors of the salt inferno will end his sufferings before that." said t tie faithful girl, " but I shall be by his Side alive or dead." The brave girl staid close to her Ijver during the Journey to the salt mines. At the di ad line the lovers were torn apart with rough hands, and Kate was made to understand that con victs were treated as cattle, und that she would be subjected to insults at every step. To Save Him or Die at His Side. Not one in a thousand would have dared to plot aa did this fearless Texas girl. She was amung strangers in a foreign land, and she knew that if slu- were caught plotting to aid a prisoner to escape that she would be thrown into a dungeon tc die of starvation and torture. With nerve aa strong aa the passion of her heart, she resolved to save her lover or die ty his side. Through the aid ut the lawyer Kite had been able to get possession of Uo I h ; t liuike had on deposit in an American bank. With this money in her bosom and a good revolver and a sharp stiletto under her serapo, she felt that she was not wholly helpless. During the Journey Burke had managed to direct Kate's attention to a giant Indian " Mlchelo Jim " and he made her understand that the Indian could be trusted. Two days after arriving at tho salt mines the despondent Texas girl sat on the mountain side In the shade of a great pecan, gazing through her tears at the long line of ragged, famished skeletons, under the blistering sun, over hot salt beds. She caught a glimpse of poor Burke staegerlng barefooted over the burning salt, and, choking with emotion, she was about to fall upon her face when a hand gently touched her shoulder. She looked up Into the handsome face and strong features of the Quaymal warrior, Michelo Jim. "No cry," he said. "Mr. Burke my friend; him save Jim's life. Me sable, Katie; Burke heep talk to Jim. Jim bring Mr. Burko to Katie this night." These were encouraging words, and Kate knew enough sbout Indians to realize that a warrior would risk his life fo one who hud helped him to escape a great danger. Motioning for Kate to follow him, Jim slid away into the forest with out making the least noise. ( Escaping from the Mines. The Indian made the venturesome girl understand the part he expected her to play. Just at dusk Jim cautiously placed Kate by the side of a large pecan, about Hs yards from the dead line of the Inferno. Warning tpvr to make no noise, und to use her stiletto In pliwe of her gun, if pos sible, he slipped away amongst the shadows, making no more n.lse than a kitten. Kate knew that at that moment the tired convicts wire passing from the eating camp to the tuarto da dormlr-chaiuless, In loek?Up, single tile order-to spend the night wallowing In dirt. She htard the crash of glass and she saw the lamp over the trail disappear, and darkness jirevulled. There was a little commotion, followed almost Instantly by the appearance of Mlchelo Jim with Burke In his arms. Kate was nbout to throw her arms about her lover's neck when she saw red eyes glaring like coals of fire at the Indium's heels. She raised her arm, grasping her stiletto, as Jim wheeled about to face two monster hounds. Without a yelp both dogs sprang ut the Indian's brewst. The Tcxaj girl was equal to the emergency. She drove her steel to the neart of eno of the savage brutes, while the Indian severed the head from the body of the other. When the shrewd Indian had extinguished the lump he quickly drew Burke from the linu In the dark without attracting the notice of the guards The dogs had followed In alienee, possibly badly puzzled, for they knew the Indian, and they were in doubt until they saw the strange girl. " Now follow me." said Jim. "and don't make any noise." Death hnvt ring above their heads could nut have kept the happy lovers from embracing rach other. Aa they passed over the mountains Jim gave the nappy lovers almost certain assurance, lie tyld them that Burke would not lie missed until the next morning. Burke was tired und sore from lip wounds made by the galling chains, and lie often had to oliiiK to the belt of his giant friend. While struggling through the snows on the summit of the lofty range, above the clouds, the Texas girl began to gasp for breath. The hardened colossus of the forest picked her up, and, tenderly placing her on his shoul der, he ran along as If he were carrying a bird. " 1 um a i'a ther and you are my friend," he said, patting Burke on the head. Tears came "to the yes of the happy lovers. "You lire more than a friend," sobbed Burke. "I would lay down my life for you, Jim." Kate slipped her arms nbout the srwarthy warrior's neck. " O, Jim," he exclaimed, " I hope we will have a chance to show you how much we love you." If the guards at the salt mines ever discovered how Burke Morain escaped, they never followed him. Married, by the Quaymal Rites. Disguised as Quaymals, the young people spent a month In an Indian village. Ii was their hone) moon, for through tho friendship of Jim un aged pricHt was found who could keep a secret and he made Burke Morain and pretty Kate Karney man and wife Tho old chief of the Quaymals Mozarln had taken a grout fane) to he young TVxatis, and he insisted that they should be adopted into the tribe and married according to Quaymal laws ami rites. liurke and Kate wire eager to please a people wl.? bad done so much for them, and, tin y readily consented to be in tirlcd. kneeling at the s.u-rf d altars of the Quaymal gods, by quaymal priests. "It was a beautiful ceremony." says the bride J) "For three days we danced on roses and walked In showers of How era. The whole ti liie eiJoyed a great feast, and they laughed, and sting, and daneid a. If tiny were celebrating the' grouleot event in the history of their people. k The aged thief, with bis bands usm the heads of the bride and groom, said while directing their attention to tho happy revelers: " We start you upon (tie voyage of life amidst scenes of Joy, and tho gods of thH Qu.iyniuls will watch over you. and IT you wa)k rUht and well, all the days of your life will In days of Joy .' A party of quaymals escorted tltc adopted children of their tribe on their ioiig Journey to thu lilo Crande, wlir they parted, making vows to renew their acquaintance at homo future time. Burkt Morain and his brave, devoted l.i ide have been welcomed to th .r old home In T'Xi. where tin y now live happy and contented. ,