THOR WINDS OF MEMORY. Opon the western shore to night I'm sitting, The shore that slopes to touch a boundless son, And watch the white ships inward, outward fleeting, And wonder when my ship will some for me; And where it lies, and ing, wh ther it is go- ing. They fan my forehead with the forest air, tomembered moalodies the hills are ming; A scent of pine trees hovers everywhere. I hear again the bunkside ing, While all the winds of memory are blow- ing. Blow on, swoet winds, your singing or your sighing Drings back to-night a half-forgotten tune Boneath the apple blooms ones more I'm lying. I feel thebreath Life's early dawn, again I see it glowing, of girlhood’s happy June; While all the winds of memory are blowing. A summer soug, now taint, now fuller grow.ng A far-off lullaby from mother lips. Love, liviog love, receiv.ng and bestowing: I listen, listen! On, yo white-winged ships, 1 do not head your coming or your going, While all the winds of memory are blowin z, Upon the wedern shore to nizht I'm straying The shore that slopes to touch ymadiess so, And watch swaying. But do not « Ur, the billows upward, downward are how near the t the knowing, While blowing. if waters touch I can hear the fin 01d Roman of Mariposa. BY FLORESUE FINCH RELLY. Mariposa is a wreck of the gold fever, The merest skeleton of its former self, its lies there in the guich between th chaparral-covered foothills and ren bers the time when it was lusty and v orous, in the full flesh of feverisl and had a murder breakfast, All around it the gashed and seamed and scarred and furrowed earth testimony to the labors of those stirring times when men dug a fortun ground in a day, and spent it io the town at night, The people live in the } man with whom you talk hear t} barro I Youll morning every be ATS from the The first make 100 ee sound of tol shots down the street, chorus of “‘Forty-tine,” for your eyes the piles of the gaming tables, the hus weighted miners that came tr town on Saturday n mines down the bed ulous then as a utterly deserted now woman above middl eres] i niddle age with whon talk will d characters and incidents, in the town of the gold d were yourself livin ments and had your veins. At least that was what was happening me as | sat on house whose pore with the of the My hostess, herself ano the first woman in the town, | entertainment as we sat early afternoon, sheli and breathing deep draugh houney-scented air that blew hills from thousands of manzanita bushes. She and her had ali stage in Mariposa that evening so many years ago, when both *‘just slips of girls,” the very first women in that region for miles and miles around: aod how the men, hundreds of them, who had 10 the form of a woman for month«, save Indian squaws, came at the news that two women were in toan and begged her father to be allowed just to look at them: and how the two of them, hand in hand, came shyly out and the men crowded sround with Ie of respectful adoration and then passed on to let others look, though one stopped lcng enough to {all un his knees and kiss tbe hem of her dress: and how the whole great crowd of men suddenly started up, as if by one impulse, the hymn, ** Nearer, My God, to Thee." Then along came 8 newspaper man-— a bit of the present mingled with the past. He was there reporting a murder trial for his San Francisco paper “Better come to this afternoon's ses. sion of the trial.” he said. “The priso- ner isn't much, but his f{ather is the most interesting old chap I've run across since I've been on the Coast. I'll tell you about him as we walk over “It's a brutal, ghastly case,” the news. paper man said, “and to my mind the only mystery about is the prisoner's father, He is a fine.looking old man, with the manner and head of an o Roman. He has the reputation of being sd Fry i vi On me for vie te becomes a or 2 tien oo » a beoeh in fro + - te ue 1 narrow ’ ittle flush street, sidewalk peas oO sister they were seen OAS county, and how Lie ever came to be the of the earth asthe Phisonat I can explain ouly in the supposition that he isn't, **The old man is one of the pioneers in Mariposa and they tell me tust he was one of the nerviest men that ever drew a gun in this town. He killed his man in those days, jurt as lots of other good men did, but it was in self-defence and everybody was glad that the town was rid of the man he dropped and so noth- ing was said about it. There was a Coroner's jury, which gave a verdict of suicide, and explained their finding on the ground that it was suicidal for any to draw on Dan Hopkins and then ve Dan the chance to shoot first, old man was universally known 80 honest and square in all his and honorable son's depravity contrast, ? ellow from the so everybody says, and has always shown toward him not only the greatest sffection. He has never intimated even to his best friend that the young man was anything but the best and most dutiful son that had {ever lived, He has kepe him supplied with money, so that the fellow's only { reason for the petty thievery he had was pure love for stealing. | paid his fines when he has been arrested { and shielded him from public contempt and done everything possible to make it easy for him to be honest and respecta ble. But the boy has steadily gone on, | they say, from bad to worse, and now { ho has capped it all with this crime, { which, in willful and unprovoked bru tality, was worthy of a criminal hardened by twice his years und experi- i ence, He and another young blade ubhout as bad as he though this one seems to huve been who planned it and led in the to the house of an old man, who lived alone a little | farther up in the foothills toward the { Yosemite v ¥, 4ked to be allowed | to satay all night The old man took them in, got supper for them, made them and in the is, the execution, went ong ie alt as comfortable as he could, th | night they and murdered him, all his money—he had just sold some horses and cattle to the prisoner's father—and were preparing to skip the | country and go to Australian when they were arrested, ‘i: The got up stole or thing's not been absolutely proven on young Hopkins yet, but the circumstancial evidence is so plain that even if there [ don’t see I've that there's afternoon without a ar is nothing else how he's going to escape the rope. just heard a rumor, though to be Some new evident io which will settle the matter doubt.” The room rapidly and as we waited for court to open newspaper | man pointed out one and another hale old man whose cle fresh skin belied his vears daring forty years be the Lis filled up, i the ar eves and and told ¢ fore, of hha 1 $ he had dag fr Teck ie And father HT 83 wavs | al ysl bros his bear v t erect, years old ed twenty years hair and beard wer he held ch digni and pressed aract pearan age. But His and se face eve told th though For he | and mi The br wiween and A go was 5 ight in at work ‘Te hie noints inde mistakes. Youn Hopkins had boasted to abon the other that nes iviction beragee thee fey is father + l 1hy t or them get them planned what they + tria | anticinations a course {f erime febasuchery When the Si testimony the old fore WHS OVEr, beoan to man’s hand on his son's on laying bare th of his boy's soul. the face quivered a little, with the flinching shudder in face and ficure be took his band away and shrank back a little from the young man. [ hal wondered as | watched him if was a revelation to him of a depth « heart of give this was resting shoulder As ¢ utter de Prav f 1 3 es of h went mu in wresently, get gUygast of depravity in his son's which he had n guessed be. fore » Then the prosecution asked for a few minutes’ recess, announcing that it had a new witness to bring forward, And al. ter mach hurrging to and fro and whis. pering and consulting among lawyers and coart and prison officials young Hop- king’ accomplice appeared on the wit. ness stand and turned State's evidence, He had learned of the intercepted letters, and, frightened by their probable result for himself, told the whole story of the crime from the time Hopkins had first broached it to him until they were urrested in San Francisco, And during the entire narration of the cold-blooded, steady and unflinching in enlor and nerve and musele as if he tening to a lecture or a sermon, At last it was all over, the jury listened to the Judge's charge and filed out. “It's hanging, sure," said the newspaper man, “After that evidence and that charge | there's only one verdict they ean bring in, It's a good thing as far as the boy's concerned, but I do feel sorry for his | governor.” Every one felt so sure that the jury would soon return that none left their places, and a buzz of conversation soon filled the room. Old Dan Hopkins sat with his arms folded, his head erect, and his eyes, steady and clear, upon the empty witness ohair. There were many sympatuisiag glances sent toward him, ough no one approached or spoke to him, for it was evident from his com. pressed lips and frowning brow that he preferred to be left alone. He bad moved a little sway from his son, and sat soarce- 3 sm feet distant on my left, When the jury returned, in less than half an an hour, he bent upon them the same ab- stracted gaze and unmoved countenance. I think he hyd determined, what. ever their verd upon his own course of The foreman up, glanced sadly toward the man who had been his friend and neighbor for many years. There were tears in his eyes and his voice broke and trembled” as he gave their verdict, “Guilty of murder in the first degree.” Not a sound broke the death like stillness of the room ns he sat down, and I noticed that every face within my view was turned away from the | prisoner's box aud the old man who sat near it. The tense strain of the moment was broken by the prisoner's counsel, who arose and began a motion for nu new trial. i But the click of a | through his first sentence ns Dan Hop | kins jumped to his feet with a sudden, | swift movement of his right arm, A | dozen men leaped forward with out. | stretched arms and cried, “Stop! Stop!” But even before they could reach him the report rang through the room, and just as they seized the father's arms the son dropped to the dead, He waved back the men who were pressing around him ‘Stop !" he cried. ** Stand back minute !" And they fell back instinct. He walked calmly to the Judge's desk and laid down his smoking pistol Then he folded his arms and {aced about, with head thrown back, flashing eyes and eolorless He looked at Sheriff, who, with the sense of official duty strong upon him, had stepped out from the huddled crowd and was coming toward him Wait one minute,” he cried, ‘‘and then arrest me! I have lived a long and honorable life in thiscounty, and | know that I have the respect and the confide of you nll. And i 1 ed. bitter as the knowledge is t ths poor x y there deserved de I did believe until this afternoon that he wa i But now i Sam onvineed » bottom of | floor, ively, face, the nee am convi O me, that and that there was no hope for deserved death, but eould I hear own h and blood i No! thousand ti should die by my own hand the lnw's fail. for 1 deserve 3 1: not so taking the floes should a Better a 151i f that Of monster wickedness ths f pine or having given Mi hat 1, Te 157 nim fife ne was the 1 sist rather than © A FRONTIER GRAVEYARD I'he Cemetery at Fetterman, Where Many a Worthy Lies Buried, "ort Fetterman, or (inly He is a ste i as one of tl the 5 country, and of a H and the town lout ine (thers had still others had d The bodic i hat FAVOVALT ara ard gi em STE They lierl, as many of the soldiers had done, but 1 and so they were of he we those of viiia here was nobody to take them away, left to lie in the post and night The s are grimly the wile shadow the ruins of run at these where coyotes t Brave heads a humorous, They are of wo . : , be oy cecupants ths td +f SRS ym ba letters i, wi Pr the 1« carved surface. The They do n the Here in there yman (¢, and together that the name is as irregu life of the man they were made to perpetuate Over in one corner of th a sunken grave where thrusting slender Lill, The head- board read: ‘‘Pete Stevenson, Killed by Limber Jim.” To ‘he right, and where the cactus grows thickest, is another | board, with this inscription: ‘Bill Ap- ple, Suicided by a Six-Shooter.” * Lim. ber Jim,” whoever he may have been, may not have started this frontier grave. yard, but he had much to do with the prosperity of the civilian corner of the inclosure, For here and there was a headstone with the name of one of his victims, and slways ending in the same grim way: ‘Killed by Limber Jim. | There were po days or dates carved upon the boards, That would have taken too much time. And who would care, any- | how, whether Bill Bates died on Thurs. day, March 21, 1887, or on Friday, | March 22, 18871 One old story started from this grave. yard. Bill Barlow, who was a great man | about Fetterman when the post amounted to something, was striking across the country late one night, when, exhausted from his long ride, he drew rein on his bronco and alighted. The night was so | dark that Barlow, familiar as he was with every basin and draw of the country, drew up in the middle of the graveyard and picketed his horse. Morning was | breaking when Barlow awoke. He looked about him and in the dim light saw the gravestones scattered here and there. Started at what he beheld, but suddenly realizing that he was, perhaps, the most fortunate of all men, he cried out: “The resurrection, begosh, and I'm the first on deck.” story was told throughout Wyo- ming, and eventually found its way to the east. Barlow is still alive. He isa fat man with a good nature; and when the nights long he the vil piano and - for nh ‘hatted lags who sit about store. me Tune are very few banks on the Pa- cific const which sould, pay s $23,000 check in bills. They and silver out there, and ship paper upot ir pot reg! it Delong to LAT f same font, are an italie H and bey Ar 4s Rory i ar Ry ne 3 was the whose mer Or its o" THE MATABELE. THEIR MANNERS AS DESCRIBED BY ASOUTH AFRICAN, King Lobengula’s Chief Medicine Man Great Army Review Consulting the Omens, The excitement in England over the war in South Africa was intense. The English newspapers have been full of ac- counts and descriptions of the Matabele people and customs, and the illustrated papers follow the rest and give numerous pictures characteristic of the country and its inhabitants, A “South African Pioneer” has been giving his experiences to the London Daily Graphic. From his secount it appears that King Lobengula is in the habit of consult the *‘omens” before going to war or making raids, His chief medicine man is the yarn spinner. In a big bowl are the entrails of some slaughtered animal, The soothsayer, fantastic sometimes the is an old quilt dilapidated blanket before his oF fr HOS, JEP] i ftir ig ug in robes robe ar un English this and, class nll ov gry KRICe:s y humbugs and in dupe whist he thinks will other of ar the world all looks ns ond tells his roya be the hese med icine men are, as a rule, very shrewd, know all that is ¢ atid sed H in Wise, mummies antalic result of the « ontemplated action fhe Mog on in ii £ im make a big blun the *'P great 1m ager ere Is oneers feview vw y it the tlitary kr Oo ‘toarly in the morning all the Engl im walked up to the K about as in i novel a sio witnessed The Kin ’ which comprises a " ‘ al of then + periorman Mivancing Bf COMmDa they were killis Came £ ana PE ENAnO and striking of their ah in the sir 5 perf ers arena with a * x04 slants ¥ returned and re. : the King was not » wes in the cattle | After they had ver the iF Dative od tired to 1 sen. with his medicine at length « the chief medicine long oxtails that his tall figure and cap with fur in front and feather, march:d and center of the enclosa King's praise. “Then came Lobengula had on his dress of black ostrich immense cape of the same and a Kilt o wild eat's te He carried an assegai He advanced with slow, measured into the centre of the arena, his Nina by bis side--a lady as fat and cor we ras nsuite intestines § iT forth t if King himse towering head and ar 1 feathers \ » % sien i mister kerchicts, watch, and wooly hair, kilt, a profusion of yellow and in her blue jay feathers the same order. The warriors followed and began singing their war songs, keeping time with their fect. The scene soon became quite exciting. “*At length the King called for silence and the order was given for each regi- ment to march out onto the spen plain and have un sham fight. Each regiment was commanded by the chief induna, the King being attended by his own particular regiment as body guard. The dress and shields of these were all black, each soldier pot less than six feet. ———" isan A DEADLY CAREER. Linn, The Death of a Mexican Who Was No. torious as a Slayer of Men. General Gabilondo, a noted Mexican, died recently in Nogales, Arizona, The remains were followed to the grave by but few persons. Gabilondo's history is a checkered one and liberally splatched with human blood. He was, perhaps, the most ger mau in Mexico, the late He was inent family, The story is that through her Governor Pesqueira induced Crabb to raise un commend of Americans to go into Sonora and assist him in gaining a victory over the opposition. Capt. Crabb raised a party, Tout a portion by water to Libertadt, on the Gulf of California, and with about one hundred men came across the country, expecting to join the others on the Gulf coast. the field, Pasqueira crushed his foes, and knowing that he would be severely criticised for onlling Americans to his aid, denied having anything to do with bringing Crabb and his men into the country. He sent Gabilondo and his battalion to escort Crabb and his party American soil, In the meantime Crabb had started back, but was overtaken by Gabilondc and his troops at Caborica. Without warning the latter opened fire on Crabb's | party, and a brisk fight took place, sev- | eral being killed on each side, Crabb { and his men took shelter in the oid | church, and, though largely in the mi. | nority, made it warm for Gabilondo. Finally the latter, under cover of | of truce, proposed that if the Americans would lay down their arms would escort them to the American i t no sooner had arms than marched 10 he i pe it efully line, CUrabl complied, bu ith ni lows thelr they in line, t street n t the deed weira and Ww 100 mucho ruts) murder i + e was collector the CRPUAL merohant at been « Wis a prominent tly. who had ident of the town, £ recen (sabiion iceman arrested rer @rscl is Bia in deny that rentieman in his ss, African sp show himself iat he & nan risthen as COW abandon f ex- cr wi moment « he scarcely YU ev ho, of ne upon has the onset, anybo 3 presen He in very cunning, ¥ his de- scribed as very nerve and dreading everything iperior prowess of the white man » early Dutch settiers at the Cape roand the fort “in such numbers as though ald take it by storm.” Now one very far into the African a lion, and the strange hat he bas learned the craft of silence, and is seldom or never heard to { Lift up his mighty voice except in the far | wilderness where the hunters have not come except singly. Thus it is written au African guide-book : “Though his wotprints may frequently be seen near fountains of Loksron and Boatla- pama, and he will sometimes venture to carry away an ox from a wagon span | thereabouts, he rarely or never makes his known by his roars, having | learned apparently that it will only have | the effect of frightening off the few timid | antelopes upon which all hopes of re- | plenishing his larder depend, or, worse still, of betraying his position to his in- veterate enemy and perscoutor, man,” — {London Telegraph i ang 3 wad 1 $a. beyond ey he { lions prowling { presence Canned Frit, This industry, which has attained such extensive proportions, owes its ex- stance to an accidgnt, The process was known to the inhabitants of Pompeii, but had long been forgotten. Some years ayo a party of Americans happened to be present at some excavations in that city when some jars of preserved figs were found. Investigation showed that the figs had been put into the jars ina heated state, an opening left for the steam to escape and then sealed with the wax. The hint was taken, and the fol. lowing year fruit-canning was introduced in the United States a the manner Jractioe in Pompeii two thousand years fore. Queen Wilhelmine of Holland, thirteen, has a large collection of dolls, many of which are presents from | 82 g : TRIAL BY ORDEAL. A Remarkable Story From Indias About Catching a Thief, The Times of India publishes a good I'he narrator of it some years ago had charge of a postal division on the western coast, parts of which had seldom, if ever, heen visited by a Puropean officer. The people were for the most part simple folk and very superstitious, One morning the narrator received information that a8 considerable sum of money, forming part of the con tents of the mail from a head to a sab- office, had been stolen on the road. The whole affair was wrapped in mystery. The only clew the police had been able to obtain was that one rnnner, whom we shall call Rama, had since the theft paid off certain debts in the village which had long pressed upon him: but there were no other suspicious circumstances, and the man had ten yvesrs good service, As a last resource it was determined to resort to trial by ordeal, and for this purpose an aged Brahmin, who was sup posed to possess occult powers and to be in daily conrmunion with the gods, was consulted. and readily undertook to dis- cover the thief, All the runners, a goodly array of sturdy Mahratta peas ants, moned to the , and under the guidance of a chevia or dis. ciple of the old Brahmin, we sll pro ceeded to a small temple of Mahadeo, situated distance from the vil late spot, and b The temple, ) eration io the been sbandoned, and was st buried among weeds and tangled were 1m BUN office deserted al some was a deso reputation, e act of ire ese m., the oid we h mut runpers all inder the speil look of réul fright distinct, The i his incanta ne the ing th s hour, b Rama's {ace hie was quite having finishe« se, and, addre 3 ’ i are abou men, e the gods; ilty much In the temple laced on the by turos, ind three M shadeo hand of the By this tis Was Dearly oh the door of wund has beet Each of you wust go in up the wand and turn 10 repeating the of wand will sti buitee threw an feet fn which iw uneooked sprinkled RilI WAR Arawn and the men entered As each one appeared the d hishands and raised them 1 hi y allowed Dim to him to When ah the ordeal, and said you stole amazement Rama {« fessed that he ontinues cone thief, and offered idden the bal- had succeeded ithout seri the writer knees, was 1 he had h He i h to show where ance of the money in opening the mail bag w ya ously disturbing the , seals: the Post master had not really examined them, 80 their having been manipulated had escaped notice. Needless to say, the Brahmin was rewarded, ar poor Rama was sent to repent at leisure in the district jail. Now the natural question is “How was it done?’ Verysimply. The temple, the lonely the un- canny hour, the incantations, all were merely accessaries to appeal to the superstitions of the ignorant peasants. The “magic wand” was thickly smeared with strongly scented lama’s gu ity conseiencs prevented him rom touching it, as he firmly believed wand would stick to his hands, and is, of only band that did not smell of glen, I oii sgndalwood he bh was the the oil COUrss, The Persian Shah's Highway. The Shah's highwas + kK onside Te d a8 an agreeable promenade , or merely as a necessary avenue of approach to a great capital, cannot be considered as a shin ing success. Straight away in front of ue as far as the eye can reach, it stretehes over a level plain, and up a slight rise, bounded on onc side by the arrow. straight line of iron telegraph poles. The sky is slightly overcast; a fierce wind blows in our faces, bringing dense clouds of dust, which rise at times to a great height in the distance, often taking the form of waterspouts or of towering columns of smoke; once enveloped in one of these travelling duststorms, there is nothing to do but hold our heads ride through it, emerging on the other side white-bearded and powdered like Sometimes we try to avoid what were once stout ships of the desert, as well as the last remnants of horses, mules and donkeys, lying where they ve up the struggle for life. The only irfls in this drear landscape are the ravens, which hunt in couples, and fly up from the road croaking hoarsely as we approach. There is not even a hard bank of earth or a stone large enough to sit upon when it is time for lunch, and one can only squat ignominously in the dust, — | Harper's Magazine, a LSB HOI The Decorative Rubber Plant, ieee i i §
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