Bellefonte, Pa., September 10, 1909. ————— THE MEADOW. 1 kpow a nay—will you go, my dear, Will you follow the path with me— The path thst leads from the Now and Here Forth juto Aready? Where always the rose is red snd sweet, Where always the -Kkies are blue, Where there is rest for wandering feet Io the Meadows Where Dreams Come True, Bid farewell to your bitter grief, Laugh at your haunting care; Loose the fetters of unbelief— Aready's flowers are fair, Make you a garland of daflodils, With never a sprig of rue, And we'll follow the path o'er the happy hills, To the Meadow Where Dreams Come True, We will dream our dreams as the hours go, We will fashion them fair and fine, And all of my dreams will be yours, you know, And all of your dreams be mine. Dear, will you follow the path with me? I'm waiting for you, for you! To take the path into Arcady, To the Meadow Where Dreams Come True. —By Blanche Allyn Bae, THE LUST GRANDMOTHER. Ove comes upon the Azores Islands like gorgeous hastens rising beyoud a tomb ling, tossing sea. kiog tbrough a bot street of Naples in ¢ midsammer, one should suddenly behold a vista of real blocks of ice melting upon the curbstone, while indifferent clerks gossiped over the soda-fountains in the shops. Any American would kuow that this must be a mirage. At any rate, that was mach the effect | that the first sight of the islands bad opon Mr. Josiah B. Landscam. He clutched the sides of bis steawer-obair and leaned for- | ward like a mau who was seeing things. ‘Look over there,”’ he demanded, when at length be hecame aware of my presence. “Do you see anything ?"’ Bu: perhaps it were wise to pause at this Joins aod recall the fact that I bad made is acquaintance, in a more or less one- sided waver, a few hours after sailing from Boston on a ship hound for the Medi- terranean. “You're an American citizen ?"’ he in- | quired, confronting me upon the promenade- | deck, where be had heen moving to and fro restlessly. I admitted thas I wae, but si. lently determined vot to sign any petitions thus early in the voyage. *‘S8o many foreigners on hoard, I'm be. ginning to lose confilence,” he explained, | swilivg blandly. ‘Met a man a little | while back that I thought sure was an American from his clothes, eo I spoke to! bim. ‘No parlor,’ says he in reply. “ “Try the smoking-roow,’ said I. *¢ ‘No parlor,” says be again ; and the steward come along aod told me that he was a Dago and couldn’t talk American. My vame's Lavdscam—Josiab B Land. scam, real estate; not for speculation, but for investment, This is my first trip across the big pond.” I could do no less than give my own pawe, aud state that I was a jonroaliss go- ing abroad partly on business and in part for pleasure; and the kuowledge in no way discoacerted him. “We'll get along,’’ he remarked. “I'm something of a hastler myself. My father made bis money in groceries; ['ve made | mine in real estate. I own something over eeveuty buildings. You cao see rea! estate, and yon don’t know what you are getting when you buy stock.” He lowered bis voice: coofidentially. “My money earus we from eighteen to twenty-four per cent.,”’ he said. ‘“‘That's better than any stocks I know.” I believed at the time that Le was boast. ing, bat I know that be was teiiing me the trash. His reliance was in real estate in a double sense, for soon after this preliminary conversation he disappeared from view and 1 did not «ee him again for two days. At the end of that period the sea bad quieted down a hit, and the empty chairs in the dining-salovs began to he occupied by pallid, uucertain passengers. Mr. Land. scam had changed so that I hardly resog- mized bim at firet sight. He appeared to bave lost a certain amount of his rotandity, his round red face bad become baggard and gray, and a moarnful pair of eyes peered ous from behind hisgold-rimmed spectacles. ‘‘Stomach no good,” he explained, pathet. ioally. ‘‘Been suffering from indigestion. Bea’s no place for me, and I ought to have stayed oo land.” I eocouraged him with the assurance that he was now over the worst of his tron. bles, and be hegan to get his sea legs from thas day; bot he did not cease talking of the land. Real estate appeared to have gained a new and sacred value in his miod. It was ander these circumstances that he failed to return my nod upon deck one! morning, and I observed that his eyes had the fixed stare of vacancy. “Look over there,” he demanded, when at length be became aware of my presence. “ NJ see anything ?"’ “What I asked in as- do you mean ?"’ sumed surprise. ‘‘Right over there,” he indicated, with # motion of hie finger. ‘‘Can’s you seea mountain rising out of the ocean right up iv the clouds ? Can’s you really, now ?" ar ye hoi 8 of a Hane in ocean , soeptically. Aod thas settled him. ‘Hey, steward I’ be ealled, weakly. ‘Send for the dootor. I'm sick. I'm in bad condition.” a lige sovateraad the order explain to we were approach. ing the Azore Islands, and that what he saw was a volcanic mountain upon one of “You don’s mean that there's land way ont here ?"’ be exclaimed joyously. ‘‘Well, 1 am comforted.” Alter that he haunted the ehip’s officers for information, and when we began to run along the coast of Saint Michael a few hours later, and he learned that we were to anchor off the city of Pouta Delgada for the night, and land passengers there in the morning. he was the bappiest mau aboard, not excepting even the returning Poito- guese immigrants on the lower deck. Ponta Delgada is one of those island cities that bave a certain charm of their dwn because they relieve the monotony of the sea. It is a hit of old Portugal eet down there handreds of years ago and all but forgotten; drowsy and contented in the mild intoxication of its own sweet odors, Coming to it from the Sep, the senses are ravished with the delicious perfame of flower and frais, while the city itself is still an irregular waes of white stone build- ings; and the eye is not disappointed, upon coming closer, to note that no great docks ‘ise for the accommodation of steamships or rerchantmen, and that be who elects to go It is wouch as though, ' 9 | old Franciscan monastery (now turned into | a hospital), the theatre, and the college, | purchased to be taken back to she country; veniences a« the port iteell affords. Co. ! lamhns dropped an anchor here in 1493 on | his return from his first voyage of discovery, | and Ponta Delgada was basking ivdolently | in the sanshive even then. When the fleet of rowhoats put off from | the shore 1n the morniog to land the steawn | ship's passengers, 1 was actuated by some motive of charity or other prompting to offer my services to the Lavdscams for the ! few hours they might have ashore. 1 have | not mentioned the fact that Mrs, Lands | cam was a modest, sell possessed little i woman, who appeared to have discounted her bashand long ago and gone her own way more or less withont him. They both appeared to he grateful for my proffer of assistance, and we went ashore together, landing ata weedy flight of very old granite steps jost helow the costoms-honse. As I had a small matter of husiness to transact at oar consalate,] took them to the Charch of Saint Sebastian, close by, knowing well thas they conld profitably spend a half- hour thereahonts. Is is by no meane the most wonderful hasilica in the world, hat it is the finest religions edifice oa the is- land, having heen erected in 1523 as a propisiaery offering to God after a plague ravaged the city, and it is always alive with country people on a market day and well worth a visit. The Landsoams were etill ¢joying the in- spection of the building when I returned for them with an open carriage. The driver bad been recommended to me at the con- sulate as one who had picked up guitea knowledge of Eoglish from returning Americanoi—islanders who bad lived in the United States for a few years and come back with their savings—and who was nalified to aot as guide, counsellor, or friend; bas I had also been warned tbat he made it a point to seek ons American tour- ists hecanse he had lost track of his moth- er-in-law in the United States and lived in the persistent hope of gesting news of her. The consulate had done whas it conld for | bim through cffisial obannels, bat so far | withont success, Manuel proved to be fully up to his recommendation, and the Landscams were delighted with him. We had visited the § and I doubt not that the morning would bave paseed without special adventure had we not driven next to the Graca, as they call the publio market. You mass fill in the picture for yourselves as I describe it ; booths and stalls upon three sides of a rectangle, against a back- ground of acacia trees; beyond the trees, mules browsing contentedly amid a litter of empty baskets and merchandise already within the maiket-place tempting piles of fruits and vegetables thas bore testimony to the lavich prodnotiveness of the semi- tropical land. Here were pyramids of violets maracoja; baskets of golden nespera; quantities of fresh-picked mountain straw- berries; purple-green capucho which one recognized for the gooseberry of the islands; great clusters of lascions grapes; pineapples #0 ripe that one could eat thew like a juioy pear; golden oravges that may have come down from the fabled fruit of the Hespe- rides; she red pimento, whioh is much es- teemed for stews; she lupin bean, almost a staple article of food on the islands ; open sacks of the bright yellow tramoca cortido; artichokes and great swees-potatoes ; apri- cots brought over from Pico in open boats that very morning; and yams gathered in Furoae. Man is a very material creature at best, and Mr. Landecam was not above the aver- nge. There was something abont that wat ket place which appealed to bim with a compelling fascination, nor was he satis- fied with a repeated promenade about the premises, It’s no use,’ he saic as length, paying some heed to our polite intimations shas there were other poiuts to be visited abot the city. ‘‘You can’s bring me up to any wore buildings afrer seeing this, and. un- less you waut to drive out in the country where these things grow I'll stay right here until the boat sails.” As this was by no means a bad sugges- tion, it was agreed that we should drive into the country—a plan that cansed Man- uel to bean upon ue with approval. In deed, he knew beautiful drives, he ex plained, and if we desired to see some of the estates, like that of the Viscount das Karavjeirae aud perhaps that of some very swall tarmer, be could obtain the permis- sion tc enter. So we visited the estate of the visconnt, which bad an endless variety of bambhoos, and among other things some shrubby mallows from Syria, aod then drove on by villas and farms to visit the “‘listle farmer.’”” The islander delights to surround his estate, whether it be large or swall, with a wall; and each wall in tar i# alive with cacti and fachias and delicate creepers ablaze with blossoms—a barrier that fascinates by ite very suggestion of hidden gardens and vineyards. Manuel dismounted at length before the wooden gate of such a wall, opened it hum- bly, and with bat in band bade us enter. *‘My home, if you please,” he said. ‘‘Please oblige me to be welcome.” We entered into a gaiden in which was set a white washed stone cottage of two or three rooms, aud beyond it the sheds thas served as stables for the cattle. It was ble to see at a glance that the dwel- ing, buils from the basaltic rock of she is- land, was primitive in its construction and minus all those necessities that are olassed as modern conveniences ; yet every foot of the small estate not occupied by the baild- ings or the narrow paths was teeming with abundant vegetation,such as compelled one to marvel at the shrifs of the tenants. vegetable gardens were beyond the sheds about the cottage there bloomed in abund- ance striped Lancaster roses, the fragrant rosa de Alexandria, yellow bonina, sweet- scented basil, a health shrub covered with small white blossoms, and other plants and shrubs that were unknown to me. Do not assume thas I dwell upon these details with too much fancy. Iam deliberately sketoh- ing a humble home in the Azores, that you may contrast it later with the habitation that so many an immigrant finds when he becomes a tenement-dweller in the United States; for bebind this story is a serious purpose, otherwise it had not been written. There appeared to be a recognized eti- quette for the entertainment of visitors. Manael’s arrival bad been greeted by the shouts of ball a dozen brown-eyed ohil- dren, and bis wile, a good looking peasant, had followed and made a shy courtesy, after which she had withdrawn within the house, calling the children after her. But upon our return from an inspection of the gar- dens we found that refieehments bad been spread upon a rode table that stood beneath a primitive grape-arbor,aud we were urged, with a hospitality that could not be turn- ed aside, to partake of froits and native wine and a lew precion walers in an Amer. ican tin box. Neither Manuel nor his wile partock of the refreshment with us, but stood and served, happy in the service of foreign guests. “You've got a fine place bere,” said Mr. g feeling that some such statement on our hehaif was necessary. Manuel sbrogged his shoulders wish a pleasant depreciation. ‘‘Yoar country very gran’,” he replied. ‘‘No leedle honse like this. All big, gran’.”’ “He's got the right idea,” observed Landscarn, with a wink at me. ‘Yes, we've got something to talk about over there. Biggest conutry on the globe ; hoomiog night and day. You'll probably he over to see it yoarsell some day.” “Much Portognese peoples in Unired States,’’ said Maouel, seriously, ‘You know some Portuguese peoples, mehbhe ?"’ “Can't say that I do,” replied Lands. cam humorously. ‘‘Might have seen ‘em, thongh, and couldn’s tell what they were."’ “Have any of your own family gone over ?"’ [ inquired, in order to shorten the preliminaries to what I fels sare wae com- ng. Manvel torved to me eagerly. ‘‘Yes, lease,’’ he said. ‘Our gran’mother, she ost over there. Her boy Jose run away from San Migoel three year ago so not to be in Portogal army. You uonderstan’ ? He forges to write to her, an’ she all sime say she goin’ over and fin’ him. She make the home here with us since ask her daughter to marry. You nnderstan'? Bime- by ber brother in Horti die and leave her | d listle money. Sbe buy ticket an’ go in beg sheep to filo’ Jose. That's all. Jose, he don’t write. She don’ write, too. My bahies, they wan’ their gran’mother. Yon understan’? [ write Portuguese people in New Bedford, United States. Nobody see Marin Souza. Thas all.” It took we a few moments to draw ont the remaining facta and make the story clear to Mrs. Landscam, who was deeply impressed with the recital. There was not much to be said for the missiog Jose who bad been a wild scamp before be ran away to e