Bellefonte, Pa., September 10, 1909.
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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
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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<cape service in Portugal ; but the aged
Maria had left a vacant place in the nove
tou large cottage thas nobody bad been
able to fill. Manuel bimsell bad never bad
the fever of immigration ; he loved the
island aod bis little farm ; but he also
loved bis mother-in-law, and he would not
yield to the fear that sowe misfortune had
overtaken her and shat she might be dead.
She was to bave gone with a family whom
she knew in Poota Delgada, but sudden
illness had postponed their emigration, and
she bad taken passage by bersell, knowing
that wany other islanders would be aboard
the ship. That wae all Manuel could tell
ns, except thas the consul bad investigated
the case, but without obtaining avy infor-
mation of the missing wowao.
We expressed deep sympathy to Manuel
and bis wile and offered one or two per-
fauotory suggestions ; hut there did not ap-
pear to be anything that we could do to
help thew, aod after a polite interval, we
asked to be driven back to the city, as there
were still the shops to be visited avd there
Was no great time to spare before the steam.
ship sailed. Even as it was we came very
pear delaying too long in Pouta Delgada.
One by one the boats thas bad brought the
other passengers ashore bad pot off from
the mosey sea-washed stairs at the lauding,
until only our own remained when we ar-
rived there.
Mr. Landecam made a characteristic
dash for the stoue stairway as I assisted bis
wife from the carriage, lost his footing,
and with a splash disappeared into thie re-
mote corner of the ocean. Presumably he
went down with his mouth open and ship-
ped av uncowwonly large amount of tals
water, for when he came 10 the surface a
moment later be was purple and gurgling
wildly. Manael bad just dismounted from
his box, and without hesitation dove grace-
fully into the water after his recent fare.
He bad au arm under Mr. Lavdscam before
the latter could go down a second time,
and with baidly more exertion lavded him
upon the lowest step ous of the water, a
gasping, grateful person.
After all, aside from the fright and the
wetting, po great barm had been done,
though Mr. Landscam verily believed thas
be bad been snatched from a watery grave.
We persnaded him to enter the boas, since
bis change of clothing was to be {found
ahoard ship ; bat be wonld not allow the
hoatman to row us away until he bad
drawn his puise from a damp and reluctant
pocket and bad offered Manuel a handsowe
reward in mooey.
Bat to the surprise of all the bystanders
the islander refused to accept it. ‘‘Thas all
night,”’ he said, beaming. ‘‘You don’s
give me money. You fin’ Maria Souza
and then we all square. You understan’?"”
The steamship, outside the breakwater,
gave a series of warning bellowe as notice
that she was impatient to raise her anchor.
“I'll find her,” declared Landscam, with
conviction. “I'll iud her il we have to
hont the whole United States over for her.
I'm a man who pags what he owes.”’
*“That all righs,”’ replied Manuel, grin.
ning from the ancient steps. ‘‘You harry
now. Good-by.”
When we were aboard the steamship and
Laodscam, olad in dry clothing, was com-
fortably watching the island sink astern,
he reiterated his promise. “‘That man
back there saved my life,’’ he declared,
with feeling. ‘‘Mrs. never came
nearer to being a widow than to-day ; and
when I get home I'll find Maria Souza if I
bave to call ip the Pinkertone.”
At Gibraltar I landed, while the Lands-
cams remained on the ship to continue the
to Naples. In
unless in the obance crossing of our
traile by some future coincidence,
It bappened that in the early ng of
e year the arene ot
extended to my own
t prosecated vigorously.
were beld in cities and
men of josign
people of their own race the new rules for
the treatment of tuberculosis. Every fao-
tory in the State was placed under a dis-
triot medical i on, and
measures were put in force to prevent the
spread of the disease among working men
and women,
But we soon discovered that in certain
cities, where the local health department
was in the hands of mercenary politicians,
the most dangerous breeding-places of all,
the infected tenement blocks, were still
immune to the crusade and showed no de-
crease in their death-rate. It became neo-
essary to oreate sentiment against such con-
ditions by pablicity—a work in which the
newspapers and magazines stood ready to
co-operate where the facts were found to
sustain our contentions.
It fell to my lot to examine into condi-
tions in the oity where the Landscams
lived, though I was not aware of this at
the time ; and in the course of the week
Fate directed by foots to one of the
slums that was occupied almost entirely by
immigrant families.
J ashore must do #0 with such homble gon. i Landscamn when he bad refreshed bimeell,
with the genesis of the sium aod its process
of development. Behind every dilapidated,
reekivg tenement block was a landlord who
bad acquired the secret of making bis
movey earn a greater piofis than the est
trust stook in the country could offer. Much
of the property had been well built origin-
ally, but it had run dowo and finally been
bought in ata sacrifice. And this was
whete the slum landlord came in. He
never repaired unless forced to do so by the
last stages of disintegration ; bat he snb-
ize into two or wore rooms by partition—
often leaving one of them withont windows
—and added ogly upper stories where noce
were ever iutended. Theunewly arrived im-
wigrant, finding ooeertain employment
and forced to hashand resources, was driv-
en into these tevements. He was charged
a high rental in proportion to what be got
and what the landlord paid to the city in
taxes, and he was obliged to pay in ad-
vance or vacate. While be kad a dollar
lefs he paid she soll.
The silom thai I hed come to examine
thie day was a particularly had one. Here
was building after hnilding, weather-beat-
en without and dilapidated avd uneavitary
within, where the most prasiog need of
cheap point and fresh wall paper bad heen
enied. It seemed impossible to helieve
that ench conditions conld exist ; much
more that these buildings could bonse bun-
| dreds of people.
| I bad come out of one of three such
| blocks facing a muddy court, when I found
myself face to face with a young priest who
bad crossed from an open door on the other
side.
‘‘You are looking about a bit, perhaps,”
he suggested.
I told bim briefly why I was there and
thougbt of the surronudiogs. 1 bad just
left a wan io the advanced stages of tuber
culosis, and there were nine persons in his
family all huddled into three roows, one
of them without sunshine,
“Yes, yes ; it is not heautilaul,” he eaid,
weanly.
“This is a part of my parish. In this
block behind me are eleven of my Portu-
guese fawilies—Azore Islanders.
wade many complants to the anthorities.
But yoo see ?”’ He shrugged his shoulders
significantly.
So here was a pars of an American Por-
taguese parish ! I toid bim ander what
conditious I bad found his people in the
Azores and yet how eager they were to
leave their homes to emigrate. Was it
possible that all were drivrn to such straits
as this ?
“Oh po,” he reassured me, with a shade
of annoyance. Many bad prospered aud
bad established themselves in business ;
only the times were bard just now, the
factories were not running on fall time,
and many families had been reduced to
want.
‘It is only at this that I complain,” he
said, warming to bis subject now that he
felt assured of a sympathetic listener,
‘These people are gentle and home-loving,
and they believed that this great country
would be a bandied times better thau their
owa. And you see what they bave found!”’
He shook bis fist shreateniogly at the
tenement blocks about him and raised his
voice in anger : ‘‘Filth and poverty and
they get than people who hire expensive
apartments. They are laughed at when
they beg for the most simple repairs ; they
are denied even God's olean air and the
sunshine that bas bathed them at bome
since the day of their birth. And I, their
leader, with authority over them, cannot
raise my voice loud enough to be heard. I,
who am teaching them to hecome good
to compel. It is dishonest. God’s curse
must some day fall upon it!”
He stopped abruptly as a fellow counntry-
man came harriedly through the narrow
passage that led from the cours to the street
aud they saluted.
“Good morning, Doctor.”
“Good morning, Father.”
*‘You had better call upon the family on
the top floor,”’ said the priest, indicating
the building from which he had juss come.
“The old lady sens for me this morning.
She believes that she is soon to die.”’
“Ivis asad case,” replied she Portun-
guese physician.
““Taberculosis 2’ I suggested.
‘‘No,” the physician answered, thought-
fully. “She is homesick, and in time she
will die of it.”
‘‘Homesick !"’ I exclaimed in surprise.
‘‘She came over from Saint Michael in
the ship with the family who have be-
friended her,’ the pbysician continued.
‘‘They have bad a hard time of is, but
have been very good to her. The man,
Marchelis, changed his name to Marshall
in the hope that he might find work. Her
own name they never tell.”
*‘She told is to me juet now,’’ eaid the
riest in tren tones, ie Whieie Naa
Za, AD er people live onta
Delgada in San Miguel.”
‘“Maria Souza, did you say ?"’ I demand-
ed. There came tc my mind all at once
the picture of the white-washed cottage in
the country with ite roses and the Hagia
basil, and the little brown.eyed children
who were waiting for the return of their
grandmother. No wonder that the heart
of the old woman was breaking ! No won-
der if amid this squalor decay she
Pived jo ber home and iw blessed sun-
ne
But I wasted little time in specultion. I
related the to the priest and she doo-
tor briefly, we wens within together
and up the narrow broken stairways to
confirm is. There in a little room in one
of the top tenements we found the woman
I sought. The family with whom she found
shelter had done all in their power to make
Sheis tin re gi clean and home-like.
ey oned up penny newspa to
conceal the remnants of the stained wall-
the paper ; bed-clothing was old bus clean ;
and there was even a yellow bird in a gild-
ed cage in the room where silent, homesick
Maria Souza lay.
The priest wens over to the bedside and,
stroking her withered baud gently, told
ber that he had brought a visitor from San
Miguel, one who knew Maouel and her
daughter and who had a message from
them. The message was that ail were well
and waitiog for her return, and thas they
had tried many times to find her,
Why the excitement of this news did nos
kill her I do vot know, unless it be true
that joy is never fawal. She bursts into
tears and then talked wildly, the ent
translating such broken sentences as I did
not understand. Her daughter bad wany
children, she said. Manuel bad been very
good to her in the years that she had made
her home with him, bat she conld not bar.
den him for the money to pay her
home, so she had kept silent and not writ.
ten, for she was a prond woman, but it had
broken her heart.
I bad been thinking rapidly while she
was speaking. The recollection of thas day
on the island bad also brought back to my
By this time I bad become very familiar !
divided tenements, divided rooms of decent |
gave an outspoken expression of what I |
I bave |
degradation, and they pay higher for what
citizens of my adopted convtry, cannot
gain these simple things that the law ooghs |
wind the Landscaws and the debt that the
man still owed. Somewhere within ao
hour bis name bad flashed through my mind
before, but without claiming recognition.
I bastily drew from my pocket the print-
ed assessors’ tax list with which I bad pro-
vided mysell when coming to the citv. It
took bat a moment to locate the slow thas
I had beeu exploring ; yes, and here was
the owner of the greater past of the prop-
erty, incloding the blocks facing npou the
maddy court—it was J. C. Landscam.
“Youn were saying something ahont her
son not heiog ahle 10 send for her,” [ said
to the priest. ‘Please tell Mrs. Sonza that
I know a wau in thir very city who is in
dehted to Manuel, aod who will see to it
that she is sent home as #000 as she i= ahle
to travel.”
Tobe physician raised bis esebrows. * You
are wise to say that «0 8000?’ he asked.
‘The knowledge that she could return to
her people wonld very likely work a re.
covery, bat a disappointipent—"'
“Theres will he uo disappointment,” I
told him. “And I can promise you that
the will not return steerage.’
“I have said 10 her that God bas wrought
a miracle,” the vounng priest whispered a
moment later. ‘‘I think that she will he
ahle to make the journey. Since you are
able to do this, yon will nos forges the
other thiags of which we bave spoken ;
you will remember those who cannot re-
tarp 2"
I parted from him io the coors below,
for he bad other parish calls to make shere-
aboats ; and I lelt the sloms for a health.
ier part of the city and soon had the satis.
faction of finding Mr. Landscam in bis own
home—which was a bis cverdone and
showy, hat hore evidence of his weaith.
He #aid thas he wae delighted to see me
and bastened to send for his wife. Yes,
they bad enjoyed their foreign trip im-
mensely, he told me, and were now prepar-
ing for a wip to Jamacia. Had he ever
found Maria Souza? He admitted wish
some coofasion thas he bad not done so ;
be bad been so busy with bis owu affairs
that he hado’s gotten around to it. ‘‘Bat
tell me what you are doiog in town ?'’ he
a~ked, at length, with a proper curiosity to
hear of my own affairs.
I did vos tell hina at once the object of
| my visit, but went into the details of the
| fight that was heing waged against tuber-
| cnlosis, relating what bad been accom-
| plished already and what remained to be
| doue. Tueo I made clear to him how we
| bad found ourselves confronted by the slum
! problem because of the greed of the rich
| landlords, and how we were preparing to
| give them publicity until, as we contident-
ly believed, public sentiment would pull
| she rotten walls of their infected tenements
down over their own heads, as it were.
‘1 don’t thivk I guite uuderstand,’ he
| said, with some wvervonsness when Mrs,
Landecam had expressed her hearsy ap-
| proval of the project. ‘You don's really
| wean that you intend to publish the pie-
| tares of these places and tell who the own-
| eris? Conldn’s you be sued for libel 2"
| I suggested that a statement of face did
not constitute a libel, even if it chanced to
| injure a man’s standing in the community,
| aud thas the coarse was quite justified by
| the circumstances. Then 1 resumed the
varrative aud desoribed the reeking, squal-
| id tenements that I had entered thas day
| and of finding Maria Souza in oue of them.
Mrs. Landecam cried out in sympathy
| at the recital, but her bushand wiped a
| brow already damp with apprehension. He
| kuew well enough whas tbe climax would
| be, bas be cringed, nevertheless, when I
declared that he was the owner of the prop-
erty.
“I—I didn’t kuow,” he slammered.
| “My agent looks after the propersy.’’ Then
| he took another tack, after bis kind, and
assumed the offensive. ‘‘Sappose thas I do
own the haildiogs, does that give youn the
right to come here avd meddle with my
private affairs ?"’ be blostered, loudly. *‘I
want you to know wy tenants ain't any
worse treated than anybody else's. They
get what they pay for, and it's plenty good
enough for 'em, too. You cheap reformers
make me tired, the whole tribe of you.
Perbaps you think money is made nowadays
just ous of fool theories !"’
I interrupted his flow of abuse to point
out that I had come solely to remind him
of his promise to Manuel for saving his lite,
and that bat for that I sbould not have
called upon bim, but gone about my busi.
ness of turning tbe search lighs of publicisy
upon hia real-estate boldings quite as cheer-
ally as though he bad been a total stranger.
Aud at this be began to raise vigoals of dis.
tress, and to attempt to justify himeell by
blaming bis agent.
“Ot course I'll send Mrs. Sonza home,”
he added. ‘I'd bave doue it before if I'd
bave koown where to look for her. I'ma
man who always calculates to pay my just
debts.”
“And likewise exact payments with a
poond of flesh,” I thought, but did pot
make the comment.
Mre. Lavdscam bad been sitting during
this conversation with her eyes riveted
upon her busband in a mauner that finally
attracted my attention. I thought that I
could detect surprise, humiliation, and
some new purpose flash over her face in
turn, and I was not unprepared for what
followed. She arose from her chair and,
after a moment's effort at self-control, turn-
ed her back contemptuously upon Mr.
Landecam and said to me :
“It you will take me 1 will go to Maria
Souza at once. 1 am very glad that yon
bad the courage to come bere and s
ginly, for otherwise I should never bave
nowvn. You may do as you think best
about writing up Mr. Landscam’s tene-
ment; but whether you do so or not, I can
ise yon that the wrongs you bave
ound will be righted.’
She turned upon her husband sudden]
with a fury quite beside her former sell-
control. ‘“‘Do you realize what you bave
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*‘You have been robbing and cheating these
le at our very doors, while I bave been
posing as a worker for foreign missions. No
wonder that you bave never allowed me to
meddle in your business affairs !”’
Landscam, apparently taken quite by
surprise at this onthreak on the part of his
domestio partner, tried weakly to offer an
explanation, bus she disregarded him and
swept from the room to make ready for her
visit to the tenements.
Ol course our appearance there created a
mild sensation, because the Portuguese
family with whom Maria Sonza had found
a refuge had spread the tidings of her good
fortune far aud wide among their conutry-
men, and swiling faces greeted us upon
every landing as we made our way to the
top of the block. And I felt certain, if I
read Mrs. Landsoam’s face aright, that her
coming ushered in a new era for that par-
ticular slam that had grown up under her
husband’s avarice.
Mrs. Souza had been crying since I left
her, but her proud old face gave us, an
eager welcome that was not to be mistaken,
and the necessary arrangements for send-
ing Ler home hy the first boat were oon.
cluded in short order through an interpreter
been doing all these years?’ she cried.
1
called in from one of the neighboring tene-
ments,
We drove from the court directly to a
telegraph office in order to send the good
news to Maunel by cable. Whom should
we encounter there but Josiah B. Landscawm,
hie sang-froid quite recovered, busily en-
xaged in writing opon a telegraph blank.
*Thoogbt I would send word righs over
to Ponta Delgada,” he explained when be
noted our presence. ‘‘How does this strike
you 2"
I took the paper from his band and read :
“To Mauuoel Silva, Ponta Delgada, Azore
Islands.
‘‘Have found your grandmother. Will
sbip by first boat. J. B. LaANDscam.”
We rewrote the cablegram before send-
ing it. —By Lewis E. MacBrayne, in Har-
per's Weekly,
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FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT.
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“When you smile another smiles
And soon there's miles of smiles;
And life's worth while
1f you smile,
Some afternoon, when the children are
restless and the weather proves too bad for
them to venture out o’ doors, gather them
about the library table—or the porch table
it is is big enougb—and les them make
histories,
Histories, or biographies, which latter is
really a bester name, are most interesting
to make, and bave been tried most sncoess-
fully at grown-up ‘“‘affaire,”” much to the
amusement of all the guests. But they
are just as interesting to listle men and
wowen, possibly more so, for the novelty
way be more appealing to the younger
geveration,
The articles needed are a dozen or iwo of
old magazines (illustrated ones,) hali a
dozen pairs of shears, a conple of pots
and the ‘‘histories.”” These latter should
be prepared abead of time, hut are easy to
make. Get plain sheets of white paper,
about notepaper size, allow about ten or a
dozen to each book, and fasten the sheats
together with clips. Oo the front sheet
of each write ‘‘An lillustrated Life of
Margie Black, hy Tommie Jones.” The
names, of coarse, are left blank, the hostess
simply writing the name of one guest or
child on each book. The hostess distributes
the little books—shose of the girls are giv-
en to the boys, and vice versa. The per-
son who prepares the history writes his
name on the blank left for it,
On each page of the blank history there
ie a caption or beading. ‘‘As the age of
three,” “How be looked when he was
six,” ‘‘His first love.” ‘‘Future occupa-
tion.” *‘Greatest ambition.” “Final ca-
reer,”” and any others along the same line
that may suggest themselves,
The idea is to cut oat illustrations from
the magazines and paste them on the pages
signified to carry ont the idea suggested.
The piotures may be wise, fuony or semi.
serious, just as the historian desires.
Simply dump the pile of magazines in
the centre of the table, give each ohild a
blank bistory and let them go to work.
The advertisements of the magazines are
rich in soggestion—some of the famous
‘‘varieties.” Blank’s Soap, Somebody's
Paint—they will furnish abundant illustra.
tions for the child with a sense of humor
and an eye for the ladicrons.
When the aistories have heen completed
and each page is properly filled—for more
thao one illustration may he put upon a
page~—the little hooks sbould be exchac g-
ed and returned to their owners,
Aud what fon they will bave ‘‘seeing
themsel rea as others see them!"
It will keep small bands and minds free
from wischief when time baugs heavy.
A seasoved camper, who has learned
mauvy thiogs to make outdoor living com-
fortable, has given thi# rule for hangiog a
hammock.
The head should be two feet higher than
the foot. This gives a comfortable ourve.
The proper distance is about six feet from
the ground for the head end and four feet
for the foot.
Another importaut point is to bave the
head rope shorter than that at the foot of
hamwock. If the bead ove is about a foot
{ long aud the other four and a half feet, the
| Lead of the person will feel little move-
| ment while the body swings. This over-
| comes that feeling of nausea, which keeps
many persons out of a hammock.
There are many improved hammocks
these days. Those with stiffening for both
ends give almost the effects of an open air
hed. Some of them have slightly raised
sides to prevent falling out.
The thrifty housewife carefully shakes
out every crumb from her paper bags and
keeps them for fature usefulness. Too
often they are loosely stuck in a drawer
and grow dusty or crumpled. The best
way to preserve them is to have al
shallow box, divided into different siz
compartments by a strip of cardboard, and
put the bags neatly in these, accordiug to
sizes.
Another uselul way to keep them is to
baug a paper clip, or even a spring clothes
pin, in storeroom or oloset, and suspend
the bags from them, after they are emptied.
1f the largess bags are kept as the back and
the others are graduated toward the front,
it is easy to get the size needed ata min-
ute’s notice.
chong ath protest was wale lass
winter about the reappearance e
‘‘bang’’ across the forehead, it seems to be
rather firmly intrenched now.
The majority of women will wear it
this winter. In large measares it will be
becoming. It will compel women to lils
from their foreheads thas low- Dg mass
of hair, now the fashion, and substitute it
with a tiny, wavy Linge.
Is is absurd to ons the bair to make this
bang. One oun huy it by the piece in any
bair shop and attach it under one’s own
bair by an invisible bairpin.
One should be extra careful not to get it
thick or straight,
The poodle , once so fashionable in
the 80s of the 19th century, also promises
to return. It has already done so in Paris.
but there, is, like the wavy fringe, only
accompanies the flattened pompadour.
Both of these have been introduced to
give softness to a forehead from which the
hair has heen lifted, and also to given
showing of bair under the hat.
They shonld never be worn with the bair
severely parted in front.
Oae of the new counceits is to have one’s
jeweled bat pin of the came shade as the
dominating color of the hat.
There is more and more talk about the
revival of the sash, and it will probably
be welcomed on ite retarn.
— Adveriise tn the WATCHMAN.