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the men to put down their guns, as he had
captured his prisoner.
"And what is the matter? what do 70a
".No questions are wanted; we only 'want
yon. Come! Get ready."
"I am ready."
The detective fumbled at his belt. There
was a clink of chains against a pistol, and
then the manacles! He first put them on
both wrists oi his serene and silent prisoner;
but finding that he was absurdly placed by
this arrangement, he took off the manacle
from his left hand, and fastening it to one
of his own led the war out and on hastily
down the narrow trail that led by the rocky
precipice above the Indian well. His dozen
well armed men were ordered to follow
with drawn guns at the back of the pris
oner. Rumble! Boll! Crashl Crash againl
Has the overhanging preoipice broken
loose? Is it the work of an earthquake?
Bumble! Rumble! Boll I Crash! There
is not a second of cessation.
And not a man is left at tho back of the
leader with his prisoner fastened so fast that
he cannot rnn away with him, else he too
had been gone. A stone has struck Gray
and he falls down senseless.
And suddenly down and out of the dark
ness a hand reaches; a heavy and a ter
rible hand; a hand as heavy and as terrible
as the terrible rocks that had tumbled down
from the same direction.
The hand is about the throat of the de
tective. A man is on his knees, but there
is no time to pray. His neck is broken; his
back is broken, and the manacle is torn
from his dead hand with such ferocity that
the flesh is torn off with it. And then that
dead and bleeding body is caught up and
hurled far away into the dark arroya be
low. Down deep in the copse by the Indian
well there burned a dim light. The vestal
vircin was there waiting. She knew what
would be done; she knew how well it would
be done, and she sat there by the grass
waiting, waiting the rising of the tide in
the well with all the calmness and certainty
of fate.
Soon there came creeping up thronch the
way by which John Gray entered, the bowed
and huge form of her shaggy-headed father.
This time John Gray did not see the glitter
ing eyes 01 the white bull rise slqwly above
the snow white rim of lilies of the Nile.
His own eyes were closed; closed as if in
But clearly Farla had not calculated on
' this. She had cot thought of death coming
to her in this form. She threw herself on
her knees as her father laid his burden at
her feet, and thrust her hand within his
blouse. The heart was still beating.
In gratitude the girl clasped her hands
and prayed. And then she put her right
hand suddenly to her head. All her plans
of hiding him away here for the night in
this haunted spot must be changed. The
man mnst have help. He might die here.
"What would be worse than death, he, in
this helpless client, might again fall into
the hands of his enemies.
Xo: he could not be left here now. It
would be perilous to all concerned; peril
ous to him, to her, to her father; most of all
and worst of all perilous to her poor heart
broken old father.
Finally she seemed to have made one last
desperate resolve; so desperate that she
almost hissed her words through her snow
white teeth as she arose and turned to her
father and said:
"Lay him in there, in the boat. Lay him
in there and leave me. You will go back;
go back to our cave on the other sioe of the
islands and stay; stay till I com.e. Go now,
and go alone; and stay till I come. Do you
hear me father" Do you understand?
He let his heavy, shaggy head tall above
the pale face, lifted and laid his charge in
the boat, and then heaved a great heart
breaking sigh and turned to go.
He turned about hastily, caught her to
his great, true heart and held her for long,
bo long. Then he turned, lifted his head
like a lion for a second; bowed his head low
then, and was gone.
Farla listened; the last faint footfall of
her father had died away. There was no
bound of any lite; no sound save the sharp
cry of the little brown wolf, calling his
shaggy companions down from the crags of
Mount Diablo to the smell of blood.
She looked at the pale, thin face that lay
there on the soft, white gunwale of the boat
in the full and flowing Indian well. It is
hard saying which were the whiter, the
white face of the stricken man or the soft,
white and shaggy skin on which it rested as
it lay there reaching up out of the boat.
Soon the tide began to recede. The boat
began to settle down in its bed of lilies. It
began to sink slowly, snrely out of sight.
She leaned over, reached far down and cast
-lose the anchor that had always chained the
boat to the confines of the will.
And whither now with its precious freight?
"Where would the little bullhide boat drift
and drive to now, with its speechless cap
tain, its single, silent passenger? She did
not know. She did not even
dare to guess. She only knew that he was
going away; going away from her forever;
and going away alone, helpless, dying!
She clasped her hands in her despair and
pity. She leaned over and locked down at
the dim and fast fading white oiect below.
Oh how she repented that she had in that
moment of sudden impulse cast loose the
anchorage. Now he could never, never
come back to her any more. The boat would
be borne farawayundertheearth; to where?
r She did not even dream where.
She sprang to her feet, pressed her two
hands an instant to her throbbing heart, and
then, like a panther, she sprang throngh the
lilies, and, clinging to the rocky rim and
walls of the well, descended with a swiftness
and precision that startled and astonished
even herself.
She overtook the descending boat as it
bumped and thnmped with hollow thuds
against the jutting crags, and setting footin
the prow, settled down to the shoulders in
the softest of skm cushions. She adjusted
the rudder, laying the rope ready to hand,
and then rested. And as she rested her eyes
fell upon the helpless and pitiful face before
her. There was danger from the rocks. She
put out her long, strong arms and drew the
unconscious form softly to herself. She felt
that his heart still beat. It beat very faint
ly; but it was not so far from her own now.
She reached her right hand over the side
of the boat, bathed the white face in the
cool, deep water, and wiped it with her hair.
Then she drew the watei-tight sealskin and
sea lion skins close up about their shoulders
down there in the deeps of the earth, and
rested. She really rested it seemed lor the
first time in her hard, desperate life. How
little indeed had life been to her! How
little had she had of life, of love, if this,
with death so close at hand, was so delicious
to ber! Bumpl and thump! The light was
bright enough; the boat was strong and se
' cure. But oh! how long and continual this
perpendicular voyage! "Where and when
the bottom? the end?
Bat even as she mentallyspokethus there
was a gasp, a great strong breath, as if the
boat had caucht in its breast for a desperate
dash forward; and then, on! on! on! She
felt that the world was behind her now.
She caught the cord of the helm firmly in
hand, and then proceeded to tighten the
skins close about herself and her helpless
charge. This drew them closer still to
gether. Her strong and healthful bodv
warmed his helpless form. Her sweet breath
was in his face. Why shonld the man die
now? It was surely not the time 10 die now.
Suddenly there was a check in the forward
flight of the boat. The waters boomed to
gether and recoiled back. The boat whirled
about and for a moment was beyond con
trol. Then she gave the keel up to the eddy,
and they spun about in a circle under the
lofty arches of an immense cavern. But
this cavern was filling, fast filling up with
the booming, eddying, inflowing waters of
"the orean. She coyld not see now, as thev
whirled about, the jNace by which they had
entered. In a little itnc all would be over.
True, the water-tiglV .covering could be
closed; bnt thev could Vjot live long thus.
He would surely die: an then she would
sot care to live.
' 1 "iniM inn flrour"' ' nil
now the boat almost struck a low place in
the arch of the cavern. So close indeed the
boat came to the arch or roof of the cavern
that a great white and wide-winged sea bat
was brushed off, and went whirling madly
round about, adding its own dismay and
consternation to that of the terrified girl in
the boat And then another white sea bat
broke loose; and then a black sea bat broke
loose fiom the beetling arch, till all was
terror and confusion, as if the waters of 'the
deep had been broken up.
"We are going to die," cried the girl.
"JohnJGray, we are going to die I"
She drew him closer to her still in her ter
ror; she looked down into his face. She
had folded him to her heart in that time of
terror, and in that narrow place, without
even knowing it.
Boom and boom came the water I
Thrash I thrash ! boom and thunder 1 The
sea bats struck her face; and one had fast
ened in her hair.
"John Gray !" She had bowed her face
even to his to escape the hideous creatures
about her. '
"John Gray, we are going to die ! and
and andl will kiss youaswedie together."
Her lips lay tenderly to his unconscious
lips; and then her great ardent and i-
pctuons soul came up from out Us hiding
place in the corners of her heart; even as
the great sea came up to them there, boom
ing and thundering, from the caverns of it
trembling bosom. And the (lower and per
fume of her holy womanhood she laid, as if
it were religion, on, the altar of her love.
And she was stronger for it, braver, better
in this brict and singular completeness of
her perfect nature. But he, .John Gray,
never knew,
If the girl had paused to reflect on the
flood, of rising waters around her, she would
have' known that as these birds of the sea
made their home there, why surely the place
was secure. But the birds and beasts tran-
quilly trust God, where man, with all his
intelligence, despairs. Just when the re
action in the pent-up waters came, Farla
could not tell. But the boat drew low and
slow along the edge of a deep, dark river,
with pebbly banks, when she lilted her face
and looked forth. Perhaps she had been
unconscious from exhaustion and terror.
There was a low arch here. The waters
were surging to pass under this arch. There
was a narrow cleft near the keystone of this
arch, and through this the sea bats by
thousands, black and white, were eagerly
strugglingto get out. She could hear their
teeth smiting as they ahgrily struck at one
The boat-eddied past the mouth of the
Buried river, bumped and thumped, as if it
too was eager to get out; but it soon passed
on, and around and around again. At each
round or circle the water grew lower. An
other round and the prow of the boat conld
pass under the arch. Only the length of a
hand more! Around, slowly around, they
went once more.
To her consternation this time she found
that the waters had ceased to subside. There
was a. bit of wood by the wall under the
arch. To her horror, as she watched this
closely, she saw that it had ceased to move.
The waters were at a standstill! Hastily
pushing the boat back up to the pebbly
bank, by laying hold of the ledge with her
right hand, she leaned over and caught up
the big and heavy yellow pebbles, and
dropped them as fast as possible into the
bottom of her boat. They were singularly
heavy, and almost before she knew it, to
her great delight the little cratt had sunk
down into the water 12 or 15 inches from the
great weight of the curious yellow pebbles
that lay there .in such profusion and so
ready to hand.
And now the girl drove her boat straight
and with all herstrength into the low, rocky
arch. The bats were still whirling, biting,
fighting in legions through the keystone,
crevice overhead, but she did not heed them
now; on! on! on!
Her little vessel began to totter, to trem
ble, to sink down from the suction of the
waters underneath. Nature, the elements,
were battling in the bosom of the sea below.
The bats kept battling in the broken and
ugly arch overhead.
One earnest prayer, for she wanted to
escape now; she so wanted to live now, and
the girl once more drew the water-tight
skins firmly together, and fastening them,
thus prepared for the worst. She was none
too soon with her precaution. So suddenly
as to almost make her dizzy, the craft spun
around, and around! and around! Tien
down like a great white swan, deep, deeper,
deepest! Then like a ball it bounded to
the surface, and leaped along the waters,
the swift-running waters like a racer right
on and out toward the Golden Gate and the
great, roaring, lion-locked islands of rock,
with their clouds of sea birds beyond.
Swift swept the tide bv the foamy pillars
of the mighty gate. The sun was going
down. The sun was rolled down 'out of
heaven, a huge molten ball of immensity.
It filled the gate completely. Looking out
against the rocky islands, you see them set
tight and fast against a wall of fire The
stars were out in heaven as they rounded to
the further side of the larger island, where
a yellow sail nodded welcome, where it
lay bobbing and backing to a hidden cavern
A million stars were out in heaven, but
the sun and the moon and ten million stars
together were passing their light and their
love into the fortified heart of Farla now.
For he had called her name! The balm,
and the calm, and the great strength of the
all restoring arms, had brought him back to
And John Gray had come back to life
ont of the water of his Buried Biver with
her came, the name of Farla, on his lips.
After the silent old giant had lifted and
borne them both from the boat into the
warm and skin-lined-heart of the cave he
came out to empty the boat of its ballast,and
draw it in out of sight so that it might cot
attract attention and betray too much to a
too meddlesome world. He caught up one of
the yellow rocks hastily but it slipped from
his hand and sank in the foamy sea. He
caught up another, and still another till
all the largest were gone. But each one
seemed so very heavy; and as hard to .hold
as if they had been fish fresh from the sea.
Finally he took up a smaller pebble and
lifted it to his great white teeth. Then he
rubbed it with his rough palm, then on his
sleeve, then on his lips, and chuckled and
chuckled till his massive shoulders shook
and shook. This man had been a miner in
the days of '19.
He seemed singularly glad to see John
Gray sitting up, warming his hands by the
big oil lamp, as he went back into the
cavern after taking care to hide the remain
ing half bushel of ballast. Farla, in fact,
had never seen him so glad. He even
laughed; laughed twice, thrice, till it
seemed that the laughter of the giant would
shake the walls of the cavern.
Silvia took his daughter with him the
next morning in the yellow sail and went
direct to the great stone edifice with its
grand Greek porch, where nearly all the
monev of this country is coined. He had
only two,pf the "yellow pebbles" in his
There is a plcasaut fiction, a firm belief,
indeed, among the miners of California,that
you can step in at this Greek porch with
your gold and have it coined while you
wait. True, you get yourcoin at the end
of a few moments; but it is cot coin made
from the gold which you have dug from the
earth and so mncb desire to have in your
pocket. The truth is your gold is weighed,
assayed, then its value is handed you even
to the little red copper. But your particu
lar gold which you take to the mint may
not be made into money for years.
Silvia and his daughter did not wait long;
for the "yellow pebbles" were almost pure
gold, and their yalue war readily dptir
mined. As they ca.,.u uown the great stone
steps, he laid the heavy buckskin bag in her
hands: "It is yours; all yours Farla. Tour
dowry. No, don't be afraid to take it, girl.
There is a half bushel more Inl the cave; to
say nothing of the heaviest part of your
ballast in the ocean at the mouth ol the
cave." And the giant laughed and
laughed at thcthought of the gold that bad
slipped from his clumsy old hands into the
Thnt "!nf nrlr- li"ht of fh hi? oil
lamp, after John Gray had been strength
ened by the most generous repast that could
be brought in the yellow sail, to say noth
ing of a most nourishing class of wine, the
old giant laughed louder than ever he
laughed before. And then he begged Farla
for the bag of gold, and began laying down
a "pavement or fleor, with the broad new
pieces of gold, saying as he did to that the
cave was not fine enough for such fine ladies
and centlemen as those two that had come
to visit him.
Then he went and brought a heavy bag of
"yellow pebbles," so heavy that he fairly
staggered under the weight of it, and laid
the yellow nuggets down for them to walk
And when they had explained to John
Gray how it all came about, he exclaimed:
"My Buried River!"
"But you don't go there any more," cried
Farla, quickly; and then she blushed at
thought of her bold speech and heltT down
her head.
John Gray took her hand Jtnd
forward said softly: i f -
"Will you go with me; go with
"To where?"
me to
"To church, Farla?"
The wind had risen; the sea was' roaring
.at the mouth of the cavern and he did cot
hear her awawer, although she crept closer
to him, as if to be close enough that he
might surely hear. And the giaut turned
his back; out you could see his huge
shoulders shake, as if still shaking with
the end.
Copyright, 18S9, by Joaquin Miller.
Tho opening chapters of Maurice Thomp
son'! Mory, "Tho Lily of Bocbon," will
appear NEXT bUNDAY. It Is n romance
or tho Bar SUIiOnU, Galf of Mexico, when
Louisiana pirate were powerful there.
The plot embodlci love, intrigue and ex
citing adventure.
How a Persevering Young Ulan of Georgia
Got Hl Education,
.Atlanta Constitution.!
Up in north Georgia some years ago there
was a young farmer who was as poor as
Job's turkey. He was very ignorant, and
did not even know his letters. One day a
tourist paused to rest under a tree where the
farmer was eating dinner, and recited a
pretty poem. The yonng man wis pleased
with it, and the stranger gave him a
written copy. Bnt it was useless to a man
who could cot read, and the traveler had
to go over it with his finger, pointing out
each word and letter. After his friend left,
the countryman went home and took his
first writing lesson from the written poem.
One letter was missing the letter Z. The
next day he walked fi.ve miles to see a neigh
bor who showed him how to make it, and
then he was master of the alphabet He got
a spelling book and a reader, and studied
them by a pine knot fire. Two years later,
he visited Mercer University at Fenfield,
during vacation time, and the professors
showed him through. the building.
"He questioned me for an hour," said
the professor of chemistry, "and went away
knowing more about the science than some
young men who have studied it two terms."
"And I talked with him un hsur," said
the professor of English literature, "and he
extracted from me enough information to fill
a volume."
The young fellow had a regular tar baby
of a memory. It stuck to everything. He
entered the university and became noted
for his strong, clear style and his varied at
tainments. A countryman generally gets
there when he makes a start.
A Chip From the Famous Structure Owned
by a filaiiachosetts Ulan.
Boston Globe.
The Globe of February i had a short ac
count of "Belies of Much "Value," and
among the relics mentioned was a piece of
stone, which it was claimed was a piece of
the foundation ot King Solomon's temple,
and there was a doubt expressed in the ar
ticle whether there was another similar relic
in the country.
Dr. Frank Brooks, of Marlboro, has in
his possession a piece of stone which he
claims has a well-authenticated history as a
Dart of the foundation of the temple of King
Solomon. This stone was given him by his
father in 1870, who broke it off the large
stone, which had just then been brought
from Joppa, in 1839 or 1840.
The reho is a three-cornered piece, about
two inches long and half an inch thick,
white and black in color, and is very highly
prized by the owner, who thinks the ex
istence of another piece of the foundation
of the famous temple well worth mention
ing. s Extravagance In Cofflni.
Xw York Press.
f To-day the height of extravagance and ar
tistic workmanship seems to be attained in
coffins and caskets. Tuey are made of rose
wood, mahogany, walnut,maple and cheaper
woods, with sliding handles, carved by
skilled designers, and the most gorgeous
silver plates and religious emblems imagi
nable. Some undertakers have recently
made caskets costing from $1,500 to $2,000
apiece, and very ordirary affairs fetch $500
each. The costliest silks and satins and
laces are obtained for linings, and several
sorts' of patent metalic caskets of great dur
ability are manufactured. There are dealers
in undertakers' supplies in this city who do
an annual business of millions. But few
coffins are made here, most of those used in
this part of the country coming (from
A Ulatter of Credit
Nlw York Snn.j
De Jenks I didn't think you would re
fuse me this small loan. Your sister trusts
Henry Pshaw! That's a matter of love,
not money.
Sad for a Came.
New York Snn.1
He Wha,t a change has come over Miss
Frivell. She never smiles now.
She Miss Frivell has just lost one of her
front teeth.
TI10 Toons; Idea.
XewYork Sun3
Merritt Was your father wild when
your mother let her iron fall on His toes?
Little Johnnie Yes; he was hopping.
Steeling Them Half-Way.
Polite Member of the Vigilance Commit-1
tee It is very painful for us, I assure you,
sir; but we have submitted to a great many
annoyances in connection with our cattle
and horses, and
Besigned Culprit Oh, go ahead! T sup
pose you've got to draw the line somewh
P. M. of the T. C H'Jst him, boys, h'ist
him! Pnck,
From the Top of the .Highest Monu
ment in the-Worldi
Unrolled to the Observer From the Top of
the Eiffel Tower.
rcoBMsroztorxcE or rai'ptsixrcn.
AlilS, February 12.
The first thing I did
after my return to Paris
was to yisit t,he Exposi
tion grounds. "While
over there I climbed up
tho .Eiffel Tower to an
elevation mpre than 200
feet higher than the top
of the "Washington Mon
ument. Until the other
day that square-shaped mass of granite was
the tallest thing on earth, but it and all other
famous constructions, such as the dome of St.
Peter's at Borne, the grand pyramids of
Egypt and the spire of the Cathedral at Co
logne, are low down in the world when com
pared with this wonderful specimen of en
gineering which man has raised on the
banks'of the Elver Seine. "When finished
it will reach a point 1,000 feet high, and the
altitude to which I slowly mounted was no
less than 760 feet above that winding stream.
Fatiguing? Well, I should say so; and
so, too, was the coming down again, even
though it does hot appear so in the. adjoin
ing picture. 'Happily, however, the day
was clear,and I had a splendid view of city,
towns and country'in a landscape that had
nearly 40 miles of horizon in every di
On a map of "Paris under the Mero
vingians,;' that I saw not long ago, the
course of the river Seme from Charenton
to Sevres is shown, together with the
islands scattered over its surface. In the
center of the map lies the city; thesur
rounding (now aristocratic) parts disap
pear under sketches of marshy bottom
lands. On the left bank stands the palace
of Julian the Apostate, and of this some
fragments still remain, known as the Hotel
Clunv. There Is also a temple of Isis on
that old map, but it disappeared ever so
long ago, and the site is marked by the Ob
servatory. Over on the right bank the hill
ofMontmartre is crowned by a temple to
Mars, but you may look in vain on that old
map for any sign ot the beautiful Place de
la Concorde or the Champs-Elysces.
Now, take a map of the Paris of to-day.
or look down on the town from this tall
tower, and see what a great city has sprung
into existence from the cluster of huts' built
by boatmen on an island in tho long ago.
The modern capital into which all the world
will flock this year is quite a different sort
of a place that it was when Qauls ran wild
and kings built themselves palace baths as
As I looked down from the high spot to
which I had climbed, my eyes were at first
dazzled by the yastness of the view, the
rich colors, and the diversity of details.
But little by little I was able to take in the
most distant contours of the horizon, and
the longer it was contemplated the more in
teresting and the more imposing grew the
spectacle. Emerging from amid irregular
roof lines, and surrounded by a circle of
faded tree tops, the two curiously shaped
cupolas of the Paris Observatory formed
but a part of a cluster of historical build
ings in that corner of the capital, and of
which Val de Grace Hospital, with its
clumsily shaped nwvyiooKmg dome formed
another. Close by I could see the front of
the Bal Bullier place, n dancing room for
naughty men and women out of which I ad
vise all newcomers to remain, and I am
quite sure not a single soul will pay atten
tion to toy words.
I would not, either, if-I had never been
inside the place; it is one of the sights of
the French Capital that one can take in
and then go home and pray for forgiveness
The low rambling buildings of the Gobe
lin Tapestry Manufactnry are also in that
direction; the Luxembourg Palace
looms up inside of a garden that will be
more beautiful still when shrubbery has
greened and flowers are in bloom again. Be
yond lay the Jardin des Plantes, whils a
little to the north rose the low hill,1known
in topography as the "Mountain" of St.
Genevieve, crowned by the splendid dome
and classic porticos of the Pantheon. The
Sorbonne is thereabouts, and I could almost
make out the gothic eaves and gables of the
apostate's bath house, which now, as the
Hotel Cluny is another place, that all
the good Americans must go and see when
they come to Paris, for there are many
curious, and some lew naughty things to be
seen inside its wall. In a line between it
and this tall tower lies the gilded dome
that crowns with gold the resting place of
great Napoleon.. The gracelul ton era of
sublime that masterpiece ot gotiiio art, the
church ofNotre Dame, showed far above the
many buildings that cluster around the old
cathedral on the cite island. Hard by I saw
the courts of justice with St. Chappelle, also
the lace-like walls aad pointed towers of the
terrible conciergerie.
Th curving line of the river separates
old Paris from the new, and it is not until
we get well westward of the Opera Comique
and the Chateiet Theater that we find a still
newer Paris. There are numerous bridges
across the Seine; I have a photozraph in
my possession showing no fewer than seven
of them In full -view. From my perch I
saw the Mint, the low dome of the Institute,
all the grand buildings of the Louvre, the
Palais Royal with the Theater Francais
hanging onto one corner of its historic par
allelogram, the Bank of France, and then
far away the Cemetery of Pere la Chaise, to
Which you must be sure and make a pil
Nearer by were the fire-blacked rninB of
the Cour dts Comptcs last relic now re
maining of Commune vandalism then a
graceful little mansion once the abode of
Madame de Stae), now headquarters ot the
Legion of Honor, the Palais Bourbon,
where deputies hold their noisy sessions,
and then the MlnMry of Forelirn Affair",
Coming Down the Tower.
better known perhaps in diplomatic circles
as theQual d' Orsay. The Exposition
buildings stretch their way Along this same
broad avenue that forms the quai, past the
Invalid, whose open apace is also covered
by structures for French colonies almost as
far as the Foreign Office. Continuing ray
ocular exploration my eyes caught sight of
a golden figure hovering in midair over the
eastern corner of the capital, and this was
the Genius of the Bastille posed on pile foot
at the top of a tall bronze column erected
to commemorate the July revolution
of 1830. Then I saw the . fair
outline and bold campanile of the Hotel de
Ville; next a square, flamboyant Gothia
tower, all that remains of the Church of St,
Jacques de la Boucherie; then some great
structures of glass and iron known as the
Halles Centrales; the garden and park of
the Tuilleries at the hither end of the
Louvre; the fountains and Egyptian obelisk
of the Place de la Concorde; the Church ot
the Madeleine, St". Augustiu's, the Grand
Opera House, the Bourse, several theaters,
and two great railway stations; that of the
North, whence lines owned by the Roths
childs run to Berlin and Brussels and
London, and that of St. Lazare, into which
I came" by the Western Railway after leav
ing the Campagne at Havxe last Sunday.
There are great broad thoroughfares, and
narrow crooked ones, too, stretching out
and crossing each other in every direction.
My eyes now reached the Champs-Elvsees.
and through the lovely walks I in lancy
siruucu pabt ciruua uuuiyiig, pauorauius.
open-air concert places that is, they will
be when the weather warms on up the ave
nue which leads to the Are de Triomphe,
and thence down as far as the Moorish pal
ace of the Trocadero with twin minftrets and
a pretty waterfall that tumbles through a
pictnresqne garden slopingdown to theriver
bank directly opposite the base ol this tall
tower. After picking out one by one all
these and many other .monuments of Paris'
greatness that I might mention, my eyes
turned from house tops to the. hill on the
west and south of town, to hills covered
with parks and forests' and dotted with
villas and palaces, to hills' that had pretty
little villages nestling at their -feet 'and
around which the Seine goes streaming on
toward the sea. Off on the west Mount
Valerian loomed with its majestic fortress
in crowned profile; further that way was
Ville d'Avray, the palace where Gam
betta died; the villages of St. Cloud
Meudon, Issy, Vanves and Passy-Autneil
where the river is bridged by the great via
ducts of 'the Point de Jour, the double tier
of whose superimposed white arches stood
out boldly azainst a rural background. To
the right of .Mont Valerian, across a sea of
tree tops called the Bois de Boulogne, I saw
Suresne. Courbevoie. Puteaux. Neuillv.
Asnieres and dozens of slender church spires
shooting upward to mark the site of other
villages and hamlets. Afar off was a sort
of purple line on the edge of the horizon,
and I knew it was the forest of St. Germain.
The hill of Montmartre was high above all
Paris, and to the right of it stood the abbey
church of 8t. Denis. Following the hor
rizori, I looked on Argenteuil famous for
its asparagus, on the Buttes Chaumont, St.
Mande, the forest town and donjon of Vin
cennes, and next the aqueduct ot Arcueil,
then to Montrouge and Chatillon. I could
almost see Montmorency, where Mile. Bhca,
the eminent French actress, now in the
United States, lives when she is in this
For a while it was much easier coming
down than it was going up, but by and by
even the descent became quite tiresome, and
I was indeed glad when I reached earth
again. The Exposition buildings are well
advanced toward completion, and the Min
ister of Commerce, together with the Di
rector General and other officials connected
with the "World's Fair, are certain they will
be ready to open the show at the time ap
pointed. You must not imagine though
that this Eiffel Tower is the only thing
that will be worth seeing the coming sum
mer, for, believe me, the Exposition TJni
verselle of 1889 will be far ahead of all
others that have preceded iteither abroad or
at Philadelphia. Perhaps this 1,000 icet
high tower will prove the principal attrac
tion for most persons, and it ought to as it is
a most wonderful structure. There will be
three elevators, and it will take 15 minutes
to reach the highest platform to which
the public are to be admitted. Very few
persons will be allowed to go to the top
platform. Up at the top there will be at
night an electric light of at least 3.000 am
peres. Now, as one lamp is only good for
90 amperes, it requires 33 such lamps to
give that much of illumination. But there
will be 48 of them, in three rows one above
the other, thus producing three zones of
concentric light which will spread them
selves over a good part of Paris and the sur
rounding country.
.Yes, it is going to be a great show, and all
the world is earning to see it. In my next
letter I shall tell the readers oi The Dis
patch not only how to prepare for the
ocean trip, but where to go and what to see
when, they get here. Intending visitors
who have never been over before may save
themselves a lot of trouble and unnecessary
expense by paying attention to my advice.
Henky Hayjjie.
Hoynl Blood in Everjbody's Veins How to
l'rncc it Back.
Biltlmore Sun.1
Every man has 2 parents, 4 grand
parents, 8 great-grandparents, 16 great-great-grandparents,
32 great-great-great-grandparents,
etc. Now, if we reckon 25
years to a generation, and carry on the
above calculation to the time of "William
the Conqueror of England, it will be found
that each living person must have had
35,000,000 of- ancestors. Now, sup
posing we make the usal allow
ance for the crossing or inter
marrying of families in a genealogical line,
and for the same person being in many of
the intersections of the family tree, still
there will remain a number at that period
even to cover the whole Norman and Anglo
Saxon races. "What, therefore, might have
been piqui, princely, kingly or aristocratic,
stands side by side in line with the most
ignoble, plebeian or democratic. Each man
of the present day may be certain of having
had, not only barons and 'squires, but even
crowned heads, dukes, princes or bishops,
or renowned generals, barristers, physicians,
etc., among his ancestors.
Not Taking Any Chnnces.
Merchant I trust it will not incommode
you, Miss Sweetly, but er the fact Is, I
expect-my wife here in about ten minutes,
and you willrreatly oblige me by wearing
this er disguise, while she is present.
Merchant's "Wife "Well, I've heard about
the pretty typewriters in business offices: but
if that's a specimen, I must say I think
theirattractions are greatly over-estimated!
Piici-. -
24, 1889.
Gail Hamilton Talks About the Last
Cry of the Starving Which
How the Slaves of the Needle Can Be Placed
Beyond Hunger.
THE country observ
er sees that the 200
starving women of New
York City are again
marshalled to their an.
cual exhibition in the
New York newspapers,
and again he draws' up
his army Of perishing
country women to con
front them. It is at
least 15 years since our
fellow citizens of New
York editors, lecturers,
philanthropists men and women, have ar
rayed this hoslof women perishing for lack of
wages, and appealed through them to the
patriotism and humanity of the nation; and
to every appeal I have responded with a
larger host of women in the country ham
lets perishing for lack of help, and have
said publicly and privately, "Send me ten
women, send me even two women out of
these city sufferers, who will do aj well as
they can, and I will be responsible to the
extent of providing them with homes where
at least they shall have comfortable shelter,
abundant food and as large wages as they
shall show themselves capable of earning.
Not one woman has ever come.
The last cry of the starving resounds from
Delmonico'g. I suspect a little sarcasm in
the report which deals with the silk gowns
and velvet wraps and tailor-made costumes
and Delmonico lunch of the Delmonicons,
before reaching the object of their assembling,
the discussion of
But I have no sarcasm for the well dressed
disputaots. "With all their silks and vel
vets they were, no dou'bt, as hard-working
women as the seamstresses for whom they
spoke, and they had" as good a right to eat
Delnionico's lunch & Delmonico had to
cook it. That their wages were better than
the wages of the sewicgwomen is not the
fault of their hearts, but the strength oi
their heads.
Mrs. D.ivis, a former missionary from
Asia Minor, and a leader if not the founder
of the society of "The King's Daughters,"
is reported as sayius that there are working
women spending 16 hours a day for a little
over $100 a year; that nothing is surer than
that there will be a revolt in the ranks and
that at no distant date. "There will be an
uprising," says Mrs. Davis, "and if God
spares me I shall be in it."
Miss Van Etten is reported as taking the
opposite side from Mrs. Davis. Mrs. Davis
loots to tne spread or (Jaristian charity,
the growth of the religious spirit, for the
relief of working women. Miss Van Ettcn
was so sure that individual effort must
take the shape of demanding public legisla
tion that "her strong face was pale with
emotion." The discussion had "stirred her
blood" to insist that '"'organization is the
only way to fight capital," "It is very
well to condemn strong measures," Miss
Van Etten is reported to have said, "as you
sit here in elegance and comfort, but down
in Lafayette Place are a little group of
women trying to arm to fight starvation ."
In a village I wot of there is another
group of women not trying to arm, but.all the
time arming and fighting, not against death
from starvation, for they have food in galore,
bnt against death from overwear of muscle
and nerve and brain in the attempt to make
homes. It is a pleasant village lying open
to the sun; lying along the broad highway
winding, curving at its own sweet will
through a green country of hills and woods
and brooks and trees and birds. It is not a
village remote, inaccessible. The telegraph
tonches it. Horse cars come dangerously
near. The steam whistle of the railroads is
heard there 40 times a day, and twice each
day comes the friendly hand of the national
Government bringing letters from the farth
est corners of the earth. The evening skies
are illumined with the electric lights of four
cities the Aurora Borealis of man; and
when Boston burned her crooked streets, not
long ago, the hamlet hills were aflame be
neath the stars. And the saddest tidings
brought for many a day is tidings of the
death of a sewing woman in that pleasant
village. A sewing woman, not from want,
but because her skillful needle was always
in demand and could not always be secured,
so great was the requisition on her time.
There was want, but it was on the part of
the village. A low voiced, sweet natured
woman, no lady lunching at Dclmonico's
was more a lady than she. Her gentle face
bore always a welcome to the home-returning.
For the home-departing she would
lay aBidc all other work that could be laid
aside and devote herself to the needed last
preparations. Intelligent, she required
only to be told what was wanted. How to
accomplish it she knew herself.
There was never a question of price.
"When, her work was done she was paid
whatever she found her work to be worth.
She insisted on furnishing items, but no one
wanted them, except sometimes for con
venience, never for guarantee. And all the
time as wife, sister, daughter, she fulfilled
all duties with a gentle fidelity that made
her village-sewing seem a special personal
favor; and found time, too, for her sundry
village festivities, church tea-parties, county
conferences, summer picnics at the beaches,
candy-pulllngs and concerts of winter
evenings. Always cheerful, always help
ful, always neat, reticent of trouble, if
trouble she had, a fountain of sympathy
and tnccor, her too early going lias left a
home desolate, a village in tears.
It is nof a selfish sorrow if we sometimes
ask ourselves what we shall do without her;
aud yet I fear in our stress of need and in
her never failing obligingness we have
sometimes overburdened her strength with
out knowing it. She was not starving; she
was not even poor. She had a modest but
simple independence. She needed not togo
beyond her own doorstone for all the com
forts and enough of the Inxuries of life.
She was the comrade and friend of her em
ployers. Bnt she had no children, which
gave her the advantage in leisure over
those who had many. Sho had "faculty"
which pave her the advantage in execution
over those who had it not, aud so when the
pile of mending grew too high, when the
dressmaker's day came with its all-compelling
strenpousuess, it was to? easy not to
fall back on her sweet, calm soul help
without agitation, sympathy without mis
giving, complete understanding and unfail
ing sunshine.
In the next house to Our Lady of the
Needle, Sweet St.Maitba, gone now to the
harmonious activities of her eternal rest,
lives another woman whom death has not
yet subdued, but whose strong young figure
is beset with premature disease and debility.
On a lower plane her services were equally
in requisition, her spirits equally unflag
ging, her responses equally unfailing. "With
a home of her own to care for, she cared
also for a dozen other homes because there
was no one else to do it. Morning, noon
and night, spring and summer, autumn and
winter, the washtub, the fiat iron, broom
and bread board, mop and duster, were
never far from her hand.' She could cot
sew, but she could faithfully scrub. Buling
the market, she, too, could make her own
terms, which a helpless and submissive
community were only too glad to accent;
until even her iron muscle, her cheftrfui
Jet PifLrff lnL zN.
good will and hearty content were overtaken
by swift debility and decrepitude.
if Sirs. Davis aud her King's Daughters,
by prayer, or faith, or Christian charity, or
religious spirit, can bring a regiment or
even a company of such women from the
ranks of the 200.000 in New York Citv into
the suffering villages of New England
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,! 1
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears
Are all with her, are all with ber 1
If Miss Van Etten can so shape legisla
tion as to transfer such women from the
starving slums to the bounteous rural roads,
I can assure her that the' doors of wjde
roomed, well-sunned farmhouses wilr be
flung promptly open to receive them.
What, exactly, do the compassionate Del
monicons propose to shape into the organi
zation and legislation? Mr. Croly pointed
out the vital fact that the vast majority of
the sunering workwomen are unsealed la
borers. Shall Congress legislate that un
skilled workwomen shall be paid just as
much as the skilled ? Must the rieh people
jn New York, must we poor people in the
country village, pay just as much money
to the woman who can only sew badly a
seam already basted, at ve pay to the
woman who can take the cloth and out and
baste and sew, from piece to garment?
Must we even be forced by law to employ at
all the inefficient woman who understands
no trade? We are sometimes forced to it
by circumstances, hut by law it would seem
to be framing iniquity. Can even the slop
sbopkeepers, the hardest Gradgrinds of
trade, be forced to employ women they do
not want, or forced to pay a higher than the
market price for their work? Can the law
enter a poor woman's garret and tell her
that she shall bend over her needle only ten
hours a day, or can it enter the clothier's
counting room and tell him he shall pay '
her $200 instead of 5100 a year?
Organization is the only way to fight cap
ital, says Miss Tan Elten, bnt what is it
that is to be organized? Is it labor? Alas!
that is a fight in which victory is almost as
fatal as defeat. What can ten thousands of
starving women, even well organized, do
against the well-fed capitalists, with the
tremendous advantage of establishing order
on their side? A "revolt in t the ranks,"
"up rising" the words have a stirring
sound at a Delmonico lunch, but what un
told frenzy of bitter passions, what mental
and physical suffering it means in straight
ened homes!
Cannot the Delmonicons do better? Can
not organization provide the way to earn,
to share, to enjoy capital instead of fighting
Mrs. Davis has a profound faith' in Christ
ian charity and the religious spirit. Christ
ian charity and religious spirit are already
organized in the very places where the work
ing women are suffering from overwork,
both in city and country. I have previously
insisted an'd I again insist that the Christ
ian churches of New York and the Christian
churches of the country villages can do no
better Christian work than to combine into
a moral circulating system by which the
poor women of the cities; the women starv
ing in the garrets, perishing in the cellars,
shall be sent to the country villages to savf,
cot only themselves, but the women who
arc perishing in their comfortable ample
kitchens, in their sunny, well-aired sewing
rooms. Gail Hamilton.
Singular Whim of a Customer of a New York
Barber bliop.
A large man, wearing a heavy black
beard, went into the barber shop' at the
Fifth Avenue Hotel the other night, climbed
into a chair, put his head back, and closed
his eyes. The barber tucked the usual
-towel under his chin, and then spent sever
al minutes fussing around among the
bottles and unguents. In a moment he took
his powder puff, run it lightly over the
cheeks of his subject, which were innocent
of any hair, and then, switching the towel
away from the man's neck, he began shak
ing him with all his might The man
roused himself with a seeming effort, got
out of the chair, gave the barber a quarter
tor his trouble, and left the shop.
"That man," said the barber in explana
tion of his pantomime, "comes in here three
or four times a week to get shaved where
his beard does not grow up to his cheeks.
As a matter of fact, there is absolutely
nothing there to shave not a vestige of
hair. At first I had to do it to humor him,
until I found that he had no sooner got his
head in the chair than he went sound asleep.
This happens as regular as "clock work.
There's no use in shaving him, because no
hair ever grows where he wants to be
shaved, and I should simply be wasting the
time of people who really have some demand
upon my service. So I wait until he is lost
in his usual snooze, fuss around a little,
pass the powder puff over him, and then
wake him up. He is just as happy as if the
razor had been singing over him tor 15 min
utes. Perpetual Devotion.
Toledo Blade.
She (sentimentally) In the spring all
nature smiles, the birds woo, lovers kiss,
but, ah! cow comes winter.
He I know some things that kiss all
the year round, and never change.
She Impossible. What?
He (calmly) Billard balls.
Mary Still Shadowed.
1'hlladelphta Record. ,
Society Editor Learned anything new
about Mary Anderson?
Beporter I saw her 'nod yesterday to
young Mr. Black, of Blank & Co.
"Well, don't announce it as a positive
engagement; just put it in as a rumor."
He Was Ont of Beach.
New York Bnn.3
Bobbie Say, pa, a bee hums, doesn't
Father Yes, my boy; but run away and
don't bother me.
Bobbie Well, pa, if that's so, ain't a bee
a humbug?
Art in the West.
Philadelphia Becord.1
Philadelphian What! Yon never heard
of Carnot, the great artist?
Miss Lakeside (of Chicago) No; you see
young ladies have no chance to learn any
thing about art in Chicago. We are not al
lowed to enter saloons.
Matins Assurance Doubly Sure,
Jack Spooncr (who has managed to blun
der through it)Edith, dear, I I hardly
know just what to say I am so happy and
so agitated. It may. seem foolish to yon
but I put my sentiments in writing before
I came half intending to leave a letter!
Miss Korton (with admirable foresight
Well, John, dear, we understand each other
now ; but please do let me have the letter, too.
I would so love to keen it as a memento of
this happy evening! jPuci.
No buffet shonld be without a bottle of
Angostura Bitten, the South American ap
queer dental; mom.
' '
A Man Who Makes the Repairing of
-Horses Teeth a Specialty.
The Behavior of Equine Patients. While la
the Dentist's Hands.
nvwrriw job ih dispatch.!
VEB in Allegheny
there is a man prac
ticing a ' somewhat
uncommon profession.
He is a veterinary
dentist. He has been
looking into the
mouths of some of tho
horses in the Allegheny Fire Department
and, filing up such of their teeth as wero
found in need of repairs. He maintains
that the teeth of horses require a dentist'
attention quite as .often as those ot men.
There are a good many veterinary surgeons
in the two cUies,.who combine this kind of
dentistry with their regular practice, but
the numherof those who follow veterinary
dentistry alone is comparatively limited.
"Many of the disagreeable habits which
some horses have, such as side pulling, toss
ing the head aud cribbing are due to a dis
eased condition of the teeth or mouth m
nine cases out of ten," remarked the den
tist. "Of course an old horse will persist
in some of these habits, particularly that of
cribbing, even after the cause is removed;
but young animals can be cured completely
if taken in time. These unnatural tricks
are the methods adopted by the horse to re
lieve himself oi pain or a disagreeable feel
ing in tho mouth."
"Do tho teeth of horses frequently de
cay?" "They do; and they frequently become
loosened or broken by some accident, such
as a fall, then an nicer lorras, the horse is
unable to masticate his food properly, and
the consequence is that he lnso3 his appetita
and begins to run down in flesh.
"Another trouble, which i3 of less fre
quent occurrence, is an extra growth upon
some one of the teeth, resulting in such un
evenness that it 13 almost impossible for
the animal to chew his food at all. The
teeth may be naturally uneven, or they
may be worn so from the continued masti
cation of dry and hard food. In either
case they require attention, and should' be
so fitted that they will do properly Ihe
work for which they were intended. A
horse's upper jaw is considerably wider
than the lower, and therefore the play of
the jaw must J be free and unobstructed. Yon
can readily see that it must be irupo'-sibla
for the animal to chew his food up fine if
some of the teeth project far above'the
"I have read that animals, in their
natural state, are never afflicted with tooth
ache or similar ailments. Do you think
this is true?"
"It may be. I know this much about it.
Horses that are kept in the stable and fed
on hay and grain are most liable to be so
troubled. Young horses that are allowed
their freedom and feed on grass seldom have
anything the matter with their teeth."
"Isn't it a hard task to pull a horse's
"2iot by any means as difficult asit would
appear. To pull a sound 'one would doubt
less require the exertion of great strength,
but that is something we never do. If ths
tooth is loose or ulcerated or discolored, in
dicating that it is decayed, we pull it with.
instruments ot a suape similar to tnose used
upon human teeth, but of Iarser size. Cases
are occasionally met with where horses have
what are known as 'woll's teeth." A wolfs
tooth grows ont in front of the first anterior
molar. It is an unnatural growth and fre
quently results in impaired visionand some
times causes total blindness. For pulling
wolf teeth we have a special Instrument,
excellently adapted to the purpose."
The dentisf here brought out and exhib
ited his set of instruments. They were
numerous, and looked about like ordinary
dentists' tools, greatly magnified. A pair
of forceps was about 16 inches long,' and
other instruments in proportion. I then
"Don't your patienU sometimes struggle
greatly while being operated upon?"
"No. They generally take it very quietly
after the' first excitement is over, seeming to
understand that what is being done is for
their benefit. Tuse no force whatever, for
I can accomplish more by kindness. Horses
are possessed of common sense, and many of
them seem glad to have their troublesome
teeth treated. Then, too, their teeth ore not
sensitive like onrs, having no nerve3, so far
as I have been able to discover."
"Are false teeth ever made for horses?"
"They may have been, but they could
scarcely be successful, for even a very in
telligent animal can scarcely be educated
to appreciate their uses. But we frequently
have occasion to fill their teeth. We use
the same materials as other dentists amal
gam generally though, in rare cases the
teeth of trotters or other high priced horses
are filled with gold."
"Isn't there danger of being bitten by
vicious horses?"
"Jfot if you know where to put your
hands. I always leave a horse's head per
fectly free, and frequently I find that a so
called vicious animal is the most patient
under treatment."
"Your profession is a comparatively mod
ern one, I judge."
"Yes, it has sprung up because there was
a demand for it. Owners make the care of
their animals a study, and they ore begin'
ning to learn that it is essential to the wel
fare of horses that the teeth be well taken
care of. There are a good many veterinary
dentists in the West they don't appear to
be as numerous in Eastern cities and their
number is increasing every year."
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