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Chicago Notes.
While Chicago is not a picturesque
city, there is at lea6t one pictureique
spot the pier at the mouth of the Chi
cago river. In the early evening it is lined
with men fishing with hooks and lines
out near the end, but nearer Ehoro with
nets. Locg wooden arms reach out
over the water with large round hoop
nclB dangling from ropes at the end,
TheEe are lowered into the water by
palleys and after a moment are drawn
up with a few little fish wriggling in
the centre. Thoy are scooped out and
put Etill wriggling on ice.
The father cf the pier is an old man,
with his face bronzed by the sun and
reddened by the beer. He speaks of his
calling freely and with engaging frank
ness. "Are you getting any fish?'" we atk.
He straightens himself as well as he
can, and rolls the sleeves of his red Han.
nel shirt higher.
"Draw not a bloomin' rainny. But
we ain't particular; just enough to make
a living without working."
We walk on out to the end of the pier
and look back.
Chicago, clouded with smoke and tho
darkness, looks less sordid than by day
light. The lights of steamers and tujB
glow across the still waters. The waves
lap up against the pier's edge. 'Ihe old
fisherman, like the others, btnds double
to draw up the water-heavy net. We
wonder what he would consider work.
Short Stories--.
In St James' Church the gas had rot
been lighted on account of 'the heat
The dark stained glass windows kept
out the glare of tho sun, and gave a cool
dimceES. A single light up in the orgao
loft fell across the pages of music and
made silhouette of the organists face.
The choir were singing softly, their faces
only half visible.
"Let me hide myself in thee," tbey
chanted.
Then a eingle voice ioso above them
all, a rich full soprano, even and true.
"Be of sin the double cure."
The voice filled the church and sank
mellow and low at tho end.
Lst me hide myself in theo."
I touched a girl who sat near mc.
"Who is she?" I atked breathlessly.
"It is one of the little choir boys," she
answered. "He is not eleven yet."
In the museum of the art inetituts is
a set of Japanese armor. It has the
usual features of armor though of a
Japanese stamp throughout llw hel
met is oddly shaped. Tho metal is
elaborately worked and decorated.
There are come unnamable weapons
that suggest the heroic warrior of aland
.of the bait civilized. And as if the
makers were unwilling to overlook any
thing that might add to the glory of
battle or take away from the frightful
nees of death. There is a Japanese fan
prescribed, I suppose, for the heat of
battle.
I go into tfie room of the museum
where they Lave the Egyption pottery
and mummies and little carved statues
the size of your thumb, the tiny green
and blue stone beetles that served a? the
sets in the Egyptian rings and kept
away evil spirits, and I am tilled with
Egyptian feeling.
The Egyptian Princesses of the thi'd
dytaety look down ufon you with their
wide impassive eye?; the hideous images
of Osiris and Isis gaze calmly past you;
the painted eyes on the mummy cases
6tare up as they have stared for per
haps five thousand years; and 1 forget
that the 6phinr is a facsimile copy, the
original ot which is in the Vatican Mu
seum; I imagine the Nile at my feet and
the desert at my back; I smell heavy
Lotus flowers aid see the massive front
of some great temple; I am Egyptian for
tho time I en and am half inclined to
wort hip the repulsive litfe god who is
half nan and half hippopotamus. Then
I have an over mustering inclination 10
creep into one of the mummy C3S03 and
see how it feels to lie still for five thous
and yeare.
There is a picture in one of the col
lections lent to the art institute for
exhibition that would repay a half
days' study. It is an oil painting, "Tho
Grief of the Pasha," by Jerome.
Tho background is a dark network ot
moorish columns and arches and pas
sage waj-3. In the foreground a great
velvety blue rug is spread over the
tiling and on it stretched at full
length on his side is the body of a dead
t:ger. His head i3 thrown slightly
back, his mouth is partly open, his
paws are bent and nerveless. Around
his head and under his feat are
scattered pink roses. An insense
burner is at his head, two lighted can
dles sland betide him and thine en his
tawny shoulders.
Back and to one side sits tho PaBha,
his turbanned head bent and his intense
ejes fixed on the dead eyes of the tiger.
In the south wing of Ihe art institute,
among collections of old lace and em
broidery, is an old coat with two waist
coats. They are fanciful things. Tho
waistcoats are of light tan silk em
broidered with many colored flowers.
The coat is richly trimmed with lace
and buttons.
Ah," you think when you first see
them. "These are samples of the clothes
worn in the degenerate days of France
when men were nothing except ef
feminate." Then you read tho card of explana
tion: : Coat and Two Waistcoats :
I Worn by :
MARSHALL NEY, :
: One of Napoleon's generals. :
They say that the annual exhibition
of tin students at the art institute is
much better than it has ever been be
fore, that there is less scnt'tmentalism
and pretention and more real effort and
merit.
There is Eome very good work shown
at least, especially in the collection of
sketches from life. Out of the three or
four hundred ot these a number leave
really strong impressions, a thing that
student work seldom does. In one, tho
face of a bay whose features are strong
rather than beautiful, tho technique is
so finished that the face stands out with
force and character. Most of the
sketches aro studies in eipression.
There is an odd thing in tho water
color collection. It is a Btudy from life
of an old man. The eyes hive not been
attempted, only the outline and coloring
of the head and chin bein given. Yet
there you hava the head of a feeble old
man with tho wh'ti hair and tho char
acteristic reddish tkin. The pose of
the head and tLc turn of the chin are bo
characteristic, tho coloring is so well
done that after a moment you forget the
lack of eje3 in admiration for toe artist's
work.
One cf the most interesting points of
the exhibition is tho collection of de
signs tor lacs. Jh-y are drawn with
such delicacy that they would almcst
deceive ore -who did not look closelv.
The laco is drawn in white on a dark
background so that every thread shows
distinctly. It is significant that without
exception these designs are made by
women.
One of the old rooni3 in the art insti
tute is the room where they keep the
collection of paintings by old masters.
These are nearly all portraits worked
out in rather strong rods and yellows.
The faces look Bomewhst apoplectic and
the colors aro rather too heavy to suit
modern taste but after all tho pictures
haue the indescribable something that
makes you remsmbtr them.
On the west wall of this room is the
best portrait of Columbus 1 have ever
seen. It makes him a real man, makes
one forget for a moment the discoverer
in the human being. It was painted, the
inscription says, from a minature which
was painted from life while Columbus
was in Spain, but which heB been lost.
Chicago people are very p:oud of their
university. New people you meet ask
with theirsecoad breath if I have been
out to se it and lift their eyebrows with
surprise when I say "No."
To reach tho university from the city,
students can take the elevated railway,
the "Alley L" they call it because it
runs almost the entire way through
alleys. From the cars one gets a brief
view of Jackson park from above, but he
also gels a view, not so brief, of various
back yards and gravel roofs. In the
rush of Chicago streets, things aro not
done by the rules of aesthetics.
The first glimpse of Chicago Univer
sity comes when the end of the track is
almost reached. Across grounds, cov
ered with trees disappointingly small
and grass plats disappointingly level,
the buildings stand together, all built of
gray stone and roofed with red painted
metal.
Thj school buildings and dormitories
are all much alike in outside finish; solid,
plain, with pointed Email cab'eends fac
ing out from all the loofe; they are
four-storied and medium-sized with the
exception ot Cobb Lecture hall.
One thing that seemed edd to a stu
dent from Nebraska, was the lack of
guides. One of these, when he first came,
thought he would pose as a visitor for a
half hour till he could get his bearings,
bo he stopped a gown clad senior and
asked where he might find the office and
get a guide to take him over the build
ings. The senior told him there were no
guide; "just go over the buildings by
you reel !.'
"But I want to ask questions," ho per
sisted. Tho senior looked puzzled a moment
and then answered:
"I think any old student would answer
questions."
Cobb Lecture hall, tho largest of the
buildings, corresponds largely to our
University hall having tho registrar's
office, the cLapel and lecture rooms.
The inside walls of the rooms in this
building are finished in pressed brick,
the lower one-third dark red, and the
upper part terra cotta. Tho ceilings are
panelled in dark wood and tho floors are
of oak. Altogether the building Eeems
Bubstantial but rather Eombre.
At chapel one of the deans led Ihe ex
ercises, a prayer and the responsive read
ing of a psalm, the singing waB led by a
choir of young men students wearing
caps anJvgowns. After the exercises,
the students remained Etanding while
me inree cleans, one ot whom was a
woman, came down the middlo aislo and
passed out.
The Haskell museum is just east of
the main building. Here is tho oriental
museum with its Egyptian mummies of
men and birds, its Japanese gods and
Hindoo amulets. Here also are the lec
ture rooms of the divinity school. The
interior walls are panelled sparingly with
marble and the floors are mosaic
throughout.
Of the other buildings the physic1
laboratory ia the most elaborately fin
ished, being floored and panelled in
white marble. In front of the entrance
is an inscribed tablet stating that the
building ia erected to the memory -of
Martin Ryerson by his boh.
On the top floor of the Walker
museum which apparently is to bo the
main museum of the university, is an in
teresting collection made by the Folk
Lore society. Hero is a row of plaster
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