Pittsburg dispatch. (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, February 24, 1889, SECOND PART, Page 9, Image 9

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THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH.
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KEEP OFF THE GRASS.
China's Great Wall Built to Prevent
Unpleasant Visitations.
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" .! CHLNESE flAEOON ALBASCHID.
Elide Tehicles Used for Transportation by
the Celestials.
-SHE CHINESE TVHEELBAEEOW IACHT
rCOBB&SFOXSEXCX OF THE CISFATCILl
PEKING,
December SO,
1S88. The sev
enth prince, or
the father of
the Emperor of
China, has had
to move put of
his ancestral
mansioa, and
it was to-day
sold to the Gov
ernment for a
little over
$100,000. It
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' will be used as
a temple, and
the reason for
the selling is that no Chinese subject can
live In a house in which an Emperor was
born. The boy Emperor now outranks his
father, and the relations becween tne two
ore very curious. The Empress Kegent
nnu this seventh prince still hold great in
fluence in the Government, and the Em
press Regent will probably still hare her
place behind a gauze screen whenever the
Emperor gives an audience. The present
imperial family of China is stronger than
usual. The Prince Kung. who was regent
in connection with the last boy Emperor, is
living at Peking, and the fiith prince,
Kung's brother, is said to be a man of
weight. The filth prince is the Haroun of
Alraschid of the family. He delights in go
ing about incognito, and many Innny stories
are told of his practical jokes. One is as to
a cart driver. The prince met the driver
when he was in disguire, and asked for a
ride.
A CniXESE JOKER.
The man looked at his poor clothes and
asked him to jump in. He t3id so and di
rected the driver to take him to Prince
Kung's residence. The driver stopped
vheu he came into the ttreet of the great
prince and ssid he feared to go farthei : as
me great Jvung was n0l a Kiuu..iraru
man. and if he trespassed on his territory he
would certainly get the bamboo across his
hare legs, and he might lose his head. The
ragged noble urged him onward and, to his
surprise, stopped him at Kuug's door. Here
Section and J'lan of the TfalL
a great retime came out to meet him, and
the man learned that he had been entertain
ing the imperial prince. He had been
talking very treely during the ride as to
what the people thought of the emperor,
Prince Kung and filth prince, and he
feared that his tongue would lose him his
head. The fi.th prince dismissed him and
the next day sent him a lot of monev and a
new hone and cart. This seventh prince,
as the father of the emperor, is now the
mightiest man in China and all the celestial
world goes down on its knees to him. Be
rides about Peking occasionally, and is by
no means a bad-looking Chinaman. He is
well made and inclined to fatness, wears
the brightest of imperial silks and sports,
at times, a hat for all the world like an in
verted dishpan. His pony is a fine, white
.Mongolian griffin and he goes -about the
city with a retinue of servants and soldiers.
I have just returned from a trip to the
Chinese wail, and I have seen enongh to
say that there is no doubt of its existence
and its greatness. Built 1,700 years before
America was discovered, when our ancestors,
naif naked and altogether savage, wandered
throughout France, Germany and England,
when Borne was in the height of her repub
lican form of government, and when the
Roman empire had not yet began to be these
massive towers still crown the parapets,
and the 1,600 miles of wall still stand
KEEP OFF THE GRASS.? '
Jt is a two days ride by donkey from
Peking, and one goes through the northern
edge of the great plain of Chinaand meets
it in the great chain of mountains which
separates China from Mongolia and Man
churia. Manchuria and Mongolia lie di
rectly north of China. They are both sub
ject to and are governed by China, and they
equal in size about one-half the whole terri
tory of the United States. Above them lies
Siberia, and south of their western edge is
TJiibet-and Hi, which are also Chinese coun
tries as to government. All are sparsely
settled, and Mongolia has less than two peo
ple to the square mile, while its whole popu
lation is not greater than the city of New
York. Manchuria has 12,000,000 of people,
but both countries are far more savage than
the Chinese.and the Mongolians live largely
in tents. The trade of all these people, how
ever, comes north from Peking and passes
over the monntains and through the great
wall at the gate which I visited. The wall
was built originally to keep them out, but
they hare swarmed through in hordes again
and again, and it is a Manchurian Emperor
that now sits upon the Chinese throne."
"What a wonderful structure it is. It
would extend more than half across Amer
ica and it must have consumed years in
building it. As 1 6tood upon its ramparts I
could see it climbing the mountains and
going down the valleys as far as my eyes
could reach. It did not diminish in strength
nor size at the various points I visited and
its masonry would have been good work for
the American builders of to-dav." It is
Emperor1 Father and attendant.
about 25 feet high and at the top it is
so wide that two carriages could drive
abreast along it and the hubs of xine would
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not touch those of the other. Its exterior
walls are of blue brick of 6uch a size that
they look like massive stones, and these are
filled iu with earth and paved with brick
at the top. The grass and the moss hag
now grown over the top of this great wall.
Ko archers now gnard'it, and it stands amid
the, snowy mountains a monument of the
almond-eyed men, who thus, 2,000 years
f MPfsought to protect their homes and
' those of their descendants for all time to
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of this structure and not be impressed with
the greatness of the Chinese nation.
A GRAND MONUMENT
It is a greater monument than the pyra
mids of Egypt built by selfish kings for
royal tombs, and its purpose was nobler. It
is a monument also ot the great truth that
wflile man dies, his work remains, and that
the lives bottled up here 20 centuries ago
exist to-day as does the band that carved
the Venus di Medici, the pen thpt wrote
Shakespeare and the JEneid, and in an
humbler, though no less effective way, the
muscle that dug out the marble from the
mines, of which the builder and achitects
constructed the mighty cathedral of Milan.
This wall is right in the mountains.
There are no villages to speak of near it,
and the surroundings are the picture of
desolation. The mad to it, which was once
a Dived highway, is now a mountain path
filled with boulders and puddles, and it is
.impossible to get through with anything
else than mule litters, camels or donkeys.
We passpd camels by the hundreds and our
mule litter and two donkevs, which made
up the outfit of the party, had often to stand
aside lor herds of black Chinese hogs and
droves of lat-tailrd sheep which were being
driven from the wild pasture lands of Mon
golia down to Peking. Ponies and horses
can no more travel this road than they can
the passes of the Andes, and the mule
litter, in which my wile rode, is a lair
sample of Chinese interior travel. It was a
cloth-covered box about five feet long and
four hisrh, swung between two of the raw
est, mangiest mules I have ever seen. It
was hung upon -shafts, and these mules, one
in trout and two behind, carried it in single
file up the hills and through the mud. In
passing through one of the villages they
slipped and the whole outfit came to the
srround. The muleteer was a Mohamme
dan, as are many of these north Chinamen.
He W3S as stubborn as his mules and he de
cidedly objected when I proposed putting
two people into the litter during a rain.
We carried our own cook and beddiug with
Mule Litter.
us and slept at Chinese inns on dirty ledges
of brick heated lrom beneath by flues.
' l"nnr a 1 a4 aha nltAn 4 a 4a a 4 fr wl n w n
fi,. Mnct:f. iif (!,. i,nmnm r
Chinese hotel. The inns were much the
, x jud those of pjlestine jn the
d f th r ne.storv brick
MiniMim rn m,,n n'nrt !n
which droves of hogs and camels slept
The doors of the building all opened into
the court and half of them were open at the
front and were assigned to the donkeys and
mules of the travelers. These brayed the
livelong night and their munching of straw
could e distinctly heard through the walls
separating them irom us.
EUDE VEHICLES.
1 paid some calls yesterday in company
with Colonel Denby,"our Minister to Peking.
We went in the Minister's Chinese cart,
E receded by his mafoo or groom on horse
ack. The Chinese cart is the only carriage
known in Peking outside of the elephant
carts, on which the Emperor goes out to
sacrifice at the temple of heaven. It is the
.rudest, cruclistand most unbending vehicle
I have ever met with. It has no springs,
and its heavy wheels hump and jolt on a
level road, to say nothing of the torture
they produce on these streets of Peking
which are a continuous series of ruts, holes
and mud ponds. There is no window to the
cart, save a piece oi glass about one loot
squareset into its side, and its covering is ,
made of blue cloth stretched over a frame,
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uiaKu-K it a cio as a can. -ine oea oi uus that he has done the best he could, aud tiiat
cart is level with the shafts, and the rich I someuay when the summons comes to lav
Ounamanorthe noble Chinawoman sits in , aside i,fs loud-smeliing lantern and make
it, with crossed legs, flat on the floor. There , ilis ast run, he will leave his dear ones pro
is not room for more than one person in a viaed for perhaps 1 6nght to add that dur
cart and if the grand Pekingese dame has a ing an these vears of Jerrj.s pr0Spety, the
maid with her the servant must sit on the , road has also managed to teei itbc Twoll from
shafts beside the driver the door. I mention it because it is so rare
It was on such carts that the hundreds of i for the conductor and the road to make
Manchu maidens, who were brought to he ffloneyat the same time. 1 knew a con
palace from all parts of iNorth China that . ductoron the Union Pacific Railroad some
they might be looked over as prospective in-1 vcars ag0 who nsed to make a reat d j f
and it is in such carts that all of Ihe travel
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ing of North China, outside of donkey,
pony and cmielback and mule litter "is
done. It is the only vehicle that will stand
the ruts and ditchesof Chinese public roads.
These are everywhere bad and the state
ment in the geographies that China has
more than 20.000 imperial roads; conveys no
idea to the American mind of the highways
of this great empire. Many of the streets of
the Chinese part of the city of Peking are
Chincte Cart
too narrow for these carts, and there are
many cities in the empire where neither
four-footed beasts nor carts are to be found.
Here in Peking the easiest method ofmoving
from one part of the city to the other is by
means of donkeys which, not larger than
good-sized Newfoundland dogs, can go any
where. A CHINESE PORTERS.
The great part of the carting of the city
and all of the d ravage is done by men.
"Wheelbarrows are the drays, and these are
pushed and pulled by stalwart, half-naked
men. They carry sometimes as much as a
ton, and I have seen three men andone don
key harnessed to nc of them. One man.
naked to the waist, held the shafts or the
barrow, aided by a wide band of camel's
wool rope, which stretched from them across
his shoulders, and two others walked in
front harnessed to the barrow by like bands
across their chests, and stooping over and
straining every muscle as the pulled at the
load. The donkey was also harnessed to
the front of the barrow and he walked be
tween the men. The load they carried "was
made up of a large number of "boxes labeled
with the name of one of the leading agents
of the Standard Oil Companv of the United
Slates. Ciiina uses a great deal of Ameri
can kerosene, and I see this coal oil every
where throughout North China.
I xnese uuinese wneeibarrows'are entirely
ainerent irora ours, xne wneei is as big
around as the front wheel of a buggy, and it
comes tip through the center of the bed of the
barrow instead of being in front of it, as in
America. The load is put on each side ot
the wheel, and there is a sort of framework
which runs up from the bed and keeps the
load off the wneel. The handles of the bar
row are very long, aud the front part of the
bed ends in two sharp points. In some parts
of China, such as Shaughai, the wheelbar
row is the cab and street car of the Chinese,
and each barrow is expected to carry two
I passengers. 1 have seen two pretty Chinese
maidens being pushed along the road in this
way, and at Tientsin you find the streets
often blocked with these wheelbarrows load
ed with coal, stone, wool, cloth and a thou
sand andone things which are used in one
form or another by the Chinese. ,
Fkank G. Carpenieb.
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ME, THE WANDERER.
He
Writes About a Few TJiinks He
Has Thought TJp.
LIKES ON THE POMPOUS P0ETEE.
How -Cleveland Lost Totes and Was Downed
by a Reporter.
THE ALPHABET OP THE BAGGAGE MAN
nrnrrrax roa tits dispatch.:
EVERY thinkful
stndent has doubt-
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less noticed that when
he enters the office or
autograph depart
ment of an American
inn a lithe and alert
male person seizes his
valise or traveling"
bag with much earn
estness. He then
conveys it to some
sequestered spot and
docs not again return.
He is the porter of
the hotel or inn. He
may be a swollen and
t purse-proud porter
with silver in his hair and also in his sock.
I speak of the porter and his humble lot
in order to show the average American boy
who may read these lines that humor is cot
the only thing in America which yields
large dividends on a very small capital. To
be a porter does not require great genius or
education or intellectual versatility, and
yet, well attended to, the business is re
munerative in the extreme and often yields
excellent returns. It shows that any Amer
ican boy who does faithfully and well the
work assigned to him may become well-to-do
and prosperous. Last week I shook
hands with a conductor on the Milwaukee
and St. Paul Railroad, who is the President
of a bank. There is a general impression
in the public mind that conductors all die
poor, but here is "Jerry," as everybody
calls him, a man 45years of ago perhaps,
with a long head of whiskers, and the pleas
ant position of President of the Irish-American
Bank.
HOW HE IS SOOTHED.
As he thoughtfully slams the doors from
car to car, collecting fare on children who
are no longer young, and whose parents seek
to conceal them under the seats, or as he
goes from passenger to passenger, sticking
The Daily Struggle.
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otherwise taking advantage of peonle, he is
sustained and soothed by the blessed thought
money, out ne did not invest it usely. and
so to-day is not the President of a bank. He
made a great deal of money in one way or
another while on his run, but the man with
whom he was wont to play poker in the
evening is now the President of the bank.
The conductor is in the puree.
HOW OKOVE LOST VOTES.
It was here in Minneapolis that Mr. Cleve
land was injudicious. He and bis wife were
pained to read the following conversation
in the paper on the day after their visit to
the Flour City.
"Yes, I lie the town pretty well, but the
peeple, some of 'em are too blamed fresh,"
"Do you think so, Grover. I thought
they were very nice, indeed, and still I
think I like St. Paul the best It is so old
and respectable."
"Oh, yes, respectabilityis good enongh in
its place, but it can be overdone. I like
"Washington where respectability is not made (
"But are you not enjoying yourself here,
honey?"
"No, I am not. To tell you the truth, I
am verv unhappy. I'm so scared for fear
that I'll say something about the place that
will be used against me by the St Paul
folks that I almost wish I was dead, and
everybody wants to show me the new bridge
and the water works, and speak of 'our ureat
and phenomenal growth,' and show me the I
population statistics, and the schoolhouse
and the Washburn residence, and Doe Ames
and Ole Porgerson, ana the sawmill and
the boom, and then walk me up in the thir
teenth story of a flour mill and pour corn
meal down my back and show me the won
derful growth or the city debt, andthe sew
erage, and the West Hotel, and the glorious
ozone and things here, that it makes me
tired. And I have to look happy and shake
hands and say it knocks St Paul silly,
while I don't think so at all, and I wish I
could do something beside be President for
a couple of weeks and quit lying almost en
tirely, except when I went a-fishinB."
"But do you think the people here are
very cprdial, dawling?"
OEEATXESS LOST SIGHT OP.
"Yes, they're too cordial for me alto
gether. Instead of talking about the won
derful bit I have made as a President, and
calling attention to ray remarkable admin
istration, they talk abont the flour out
Eut and the electric plant and other crops
ere. and allude feelingly to 'number one
hard' and chintz bugs and other flora and
fana of this country which, to be honest
with you, I do not and never did give a
dam lor." .
"Grover! I"
"Well, I beg your pardon, dear, and I
oughtn't to speak that way before you, but
if you knew how much better I led now
you would not speak so harshly to me. It
is, indeed, hard to be ever gay and joyous
before the great masses who, as a general
thing, do not know enough to pound sand,
but who are still vested with the divine
right of suffrage, and so must be treated
gently, and loved and smiled at till it
makes me ache."
Mr. Cleveland was greatly annoyed by the
publication of this conversation, and could
not understand it until this fall, when a
Minneapolis man told him that the pale,
haughty coachman who drove the Presi
dental carriage was a reporfpr. He could
handle a team with one hand and remember
things with the other.
And so I say that, as a President, we can-
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PITTSBURG, SUNDAY,
not be too careful what we say. I hope
that the little boys and girls who read this
and who may .hereafter become Presidents
or wives of Presidents, will bear this in
mind, and always have a kind word for
one and all, whether they feel that way or
not.
LINES ON THE PORTER.
But I started out to speak of porters and
not reporters. I carry with me this year a
small, sorrel bag, weighing a little over 20
ounces. It contains a slight bottle of horse
medicine ana a powder rag. Sometimes it
also contains a costly robe de nuit, when I
do not forget and leave said robe in the
sleeping car or hotel. 1 am not overdraw
ing this matter, however, when I say hon
estly that the shrill cry of fire at night in
most any hotel in the United States now,
would bring to the fire escape from one to
six employes of said hotel wearing these
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This little traveling bag, which is not
larjrorthnn !i man's hand, is rndclv pulled
out of mv erap as I enter the inn, and it
nas cost me -y to get it uact. u
from
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the porter. Besides, I have paid $8 35 for
new handles to replace those that have been
torn off in a frantic scuffle between the
porter and myself lo see which would get
away with it"
Yesterday I was talking with a reformed
lecturer about this peculiarity ot the por
ters. He said he used to lecture a great
deal at moderate prices throughout the
country, and alter ten years of earnest toil
he was enabled to retire with a rich experi
ence and $9 in money. He lectured on
phrenology and took his meals with the
chairman of the lecture committee. In
Ouray, Col., the baggageman allowed his
trunk to fall from a great height and so the
lid was knocked off and the bust which the
professor used in his lecture was bued.
He therefore had
to borrow a bald
headed man to act
as bust for him in
the evening. After
the close of the
lecture the profes
sor found that the
bust had stolen the
gross receipts from
his coat tail pocket
while he was lectur
ing. The only iin-
probable feature about this story is tne im
plication that a bald-headed man would
j commit a crime.
t But still he did not become soured. He
pressed on and lectured to the gentle jani-
! tors of the land in piercing tones. He was
always kind toevery one, even when peo
ple criticised his lecture and went away be
fore he got through. He forgave them and
paid his bills just the same as he did when
people liked him.
THE PROFESSOR'S EEVENGE.
Once a newspaper man who had done him
a great wrong and said that "the lecture
was decayed and that the professor would
endear himself to every one if he would
some night at his hotel, instead of blowing
out the gas and turning off his brains, as he
usually did, just turn off the gas and blow
out his brains." But the professor did not
go to his office and
blow holes in his
viscera. He spoke
kindly to him al
ways, and once when
the two met in a
barber shop, and it
was doubtlul. which
was "next" as they
came in from oppo
site ends of the
room, the professor
gently yielded the
chair to the man who had done him the
great wrong, and while the barber was shav
ing him 11 tons of ceiling peeled off and fell
on the editor who had been so cruel and so
rude, and when they gathered tip the debris
a day or two afterward, it was almost im
possible to tell which was ceiling and which
was remains.
So it is alwavs best to deal gently with
the erring, especially if you think it will be
fatal to them.
The reformed lecturer also spoke of a dis
covery he made, which I bad never heard of
before. He began, during the closing years
of his tour, to notice mysterious marks on
his trunk, made with
chalk generally and
so during his leisure
hours he investigated
them and their cause
antl effect. He found
they were the symbols
that of thelndependent
Order ov Porters ana
Baggage Bursters. He
discovered that it was
a species of language
bv which one porter
informed the next,
without the expense of telegraphing, what
style of a man owned the trunk and the
prospects for touching him, as.one might
say.
THE BAGGAGE ALPHABET.
The professor gave me a few of these
signs irom an old note book, together with
his own interpretation after years of close
study. I reprodnce them in this letter be
cause I know they will interest the reader'
as they did me.
The trunk, if handled gently and then
carefully, unstrapped in.the owner's room,
so as to open comfortably .without busting
the wall or" giving the owner vertigo when
opens it is good tor a quarter. This piece
of baggage bore Hie mystic sign of the target
shown above.
This is a good, kind-
hearted man generally,
but will sometimes es
cape. Better not let
him have his hand bag
gage till he puts up.
This bore the sign of
the crescent.
This trunk belongs to
a woman who may pos
sibly thank you if you
handle the baggage
geniiy, ana wm weep
if you knock the lid off. Kind words can
never'die. (N. B. Nyether can the pro
cure groceries.) A posey was the sign used
on this iron-bound article.
This trunk belongs to a traveling man
who weighs 211 pounds. If yon have no re
spect for the blamed old fire-proof safe itself,
please respect it
tor its gentle own
er's sake. He can
not bear to have
his trunk harshly
treated, a n d h e
might so far forget
himself as to kill
you. It is better
to be alive and
poor than it is to
be wealthv and
dead. It is better
todoakindactfor
a fellow being thnn
it js to leave a desirable widow for some one
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else to marry. A clenched fist was the warn
ing on this piece.
If vou will knock the top off this trunk
you will discover the clothing of a mean
man. In case you cannot knock the lid en
tirely off, burst it open a little so that the
great, restless, seething traveling public
can see how many hotel napkins and towels
and cakes of soap be has stolen. The bald
headed man and his bair are soon parted.
A ghastly sign saved this trunk.
Tiiis is the trunk of a young girl and
contains the poor but honest garb she wore
when she ran away irom home. Also the
gay clothes she
nougnt ana paid
foratterward with
gentle memories of
her mother and the
baby prayers she
said, before a wick
ed ambition had
poisoned her sim
ple heart Tbey
are the gaudy gar
ments and flashy
trappings for which
she exchanged her
honest laugh and
her bright and
beautiful youth.
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Handle gently the poor little trunk as yon
would touch her sad little history, for her
father is in the second-class coach, weeping
softly into his poor coarse red handkerchief,
and she herself is going home on the tame
train in her cheap little coffin in the baggage
car to meet her.sorrowful mother, who will
go up into the garret many rainy afternoons
to cry over this poor little trunk in the days
to come, and no one will know about it It
will be a secret known only to her sorrowing
heart and God.
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HEAD TO THE NORTH,
Why We Shonld Sleep Willi Qar Bodies
I.yinfr North and Sonth.
St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
Scientific investigation proves that there,
is the best possible idundation for the belief
that we should sleep with our bodies lying
north and south. Each hutnan system has
magnetic poles, one positive and one nega
tive. It is true that some persons have the
positive pole in the head and the negative
pole in the feet, and others the reverse. In
order that the person sleeping should be in
perfect harmony with the magnetic phenom
ena of the earth, the head, if it possess the
positive pole, should lie to the south, or, if
the feet possess the positive pole, the head
should lie to the north.
The positive pole should always lie oppo
site to the magnetic center of the continent
and thus main tain a magnetic equilibrium.
The positive pole of the person draws one
way, but the magnetic pole of the earth
draws the other way and forces the blood to
ward the feet, affects the iron in the system,
tones up the nerves and makes sleep refresh
ing and invigorating.
But if a person sleep the wrong way and
fails to become magnetically in sympathy
with the earth, he will theu probably be
too magnetic and will have a fever result
ing lrom the magnetic forces working too
fat, or he will not be magnetic enough and
the great strain will cause a feeling of lassi
tude, sleep will not be refreshing and in the
morning he will have no more energy than
there is in a cake of soap. Some persons
may scoff at these ideas, but the greatest
scientific men of the world have studied the
subject
0J.TMEALJ1AKES.
A Xcw Wny to Serve This Wholesome
Cerenl That Is Not Generally Known.
New York San.3
Our dealers in oatmeal report an enor
mous increase in the consumption of that
wholesome cereal within the past few years.
Oatmeal porridge is used for breakfast
every morning in the families of tens of
thousands of wealthy people. As an arti
cle of diet, taken with good rich milk, it is
savory, nourishing, healthful, and cheap.
Some folks prefer the Scotch oatmeal, and
others the Irish, but the American is con
sidered by many to be the best of all. All
the consumers of the grain in the' United
States are not aware 'that it maybe nsed
otherwise than in the shape of porridge. In
Scotland, oatmeal cakes arc greatly favored
by the common people. The cakes are
thin, laid in a pan over a hot fire, and
baked till they are hard or crisp, if not
brown. They may be eaten hot or cold, and,
when spread with fresh butter, are about as
good as most other things. Those who de
sire to make them should take a lesson from
a Scotch housewife.
SKULLS IN TI1EIR POCKETS.
Two Ex-Confedcratc Who Cnrry Around
Fragments of Their Own Heads.
Atlanta Constitution.
Two ex-Confederates who applied for
allowance under the maimed soldier act
yesterday showed strongproof that they were
badly hurt during thenar. About 2 o'clock
Mr. Lucius Maxwell walked in and taking
from his pocket an old Confederate passport
slowly unwound it and laid before Colonel
Tip Harrison six pieces of his skull. Mr.
Maxwell was a member of the Forty-second
Georgia Regiment, and received a terrible
wonud in the head in one of the battles
around Atlanta in July, 18C4.
About 4 o'clock Mr. Josephus Biden came
in and took from his pockethook a piece of
his own skull which he has. preserved all
these years. Mr. Biden was a member of
the Thirty-fourth Georgia Begiment, and
was shot in the top of his head at the battle
of Jonesboro. To this day these unfortunate
veterans still suffer from" the effects of their
dangerous head wounds, and have never
been able to do steady work since they were
received. It is hardly necessary to add that
the .applications of both were promptly
allowed.
DO WE LIVE liOKGKS?
The Average Duration of American Life
Being Gradually Increased.
Boston Globe.2
There is good reason to believe that the
average American of this last quarter of the
nineteenth century is longer lived than his
ancestors of the last century. The most
casual reader cannot fail to have been
struck with frequent netices in the daily
press of men and women who have lived
well on into the nineties, and promise well
to become centenarians. The best medical
opinion of the day is, that the average dur
ation of human life is not only being made
longer, by reason of the improved diet
and better sanitary conditions of these latter
days, but that it is capable of being still
further lengthened by still greater improve
ments in our ways and means of living.
The Lttn' Inconsistency.
1'lilladelphlaKecord.
Mr. Noodle Wall, it do beat all how the
laws work, one upsettin' another right
along.
Frfend Wha's wrong now?
"Wall, there ain't much that'isn't wrong.
Here I've been makln' a good livin' as a
juryman for years and years all because I
don't read the papers an' ain't no 'pinions,
ye know."
"You can't read."
"No; never learned. Wall now I sot
great store on that there son o' mine, an'
wanted to bring him up fet a juryman, too,
but hang me ef tbey ain't talkiu' 'bout
laws ter make eyeij boy go ter school.
Where's the jurymen goin' ter come from
in the next generation. That's wot beats
me."
TE
BURIED RIVER
A Romance
TOBITTETf
POK
JOAQUIN
SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS.
The story opens with a resume of the history
of the mysterious Buried River, flowing be
neath the Rocky Mountains and deep down In
tbe bowels of the earth, the bed of which Is
paved with virgin gold. John Gray, the son of
an American army chaplain killed in battle,
goes to Homo to stndy painting. There he
meets a wealthy American who is dying of con
sumption, and who wishes his portrait painted
beforg-he dies. Gray paints tbe picture, re
ceiving in payment gold dust. The dying man
confides to tboartist that he has discovered tbe
Buried River, and tnat it is tbe source of bis
wealth. Before be can Impart tbe secret of its
locatlon.beyond tbe fact that it is in California,
he dies. After an unavailing search among
Spanish records for further information. Gray
starts for California to continue bis search. At
Jit. Diablo be takes possession ot a ruined hat,
and there he meets Farla, tbe daughter of tbe
owner of the land. The girl, who believes he
is a surveyor wbo is seeking to dispossess her
father, warns him to leavo or he will be killed.
They argue tbe question for some time, wben
tbe girl discovers tbatsho already loves tbe
artist. Gray is introduced to Farla's sister
Sanello, who has an aristocratic lover. The
artist, tbe girls and their father sail down San
Francisco Bay. Farla unaccountably refuses
to Return with tbe party. When tbe others
reach borne they find that Sanello's lover has
deserted her. Gray discovers tbe location of
the haunted well, which is nelieved to connect
with the Buried River. He investigates the
weli, and makes a startling discovery. Farla,
who bad landed on a rock in tbe bay, climbs up
to a height from wbich she cannot retrace her
steps. Her distress becomes known and men-of-war
and other vossHs go to her relief, but
are unable to assist Farla finally makes a rope
of her clothing and her hair, and lowers herself
down. Tho rope is not long enongh by 50 feet.
Farla drops tbat distance Into the sea, and is
rescued by her father.
CHAPTEP. XII.
THH DEATH OF SANELLO.
Though the excitement of her sister's
THE MA2f WAS ON
HIS
peril and rescue had been too much for Sa
nello, it would seem as if Farla were the
one that should have been made ill. But
not so. She seemed older, that was all: she
seemed to be at least ten years older now,
and went about her strange ways and pre
scribed walks of life with a sobered and
earnest step.
But Sanello was ill. She was pensive,
silent, more than sad. Her illness seemed
to be an illness of soul as well as of body.
But John Gray saw little of her now.
And if he saw but little of her, he saw
nothing at all of Farla. They seemed to be
drilting far, far apart now, and that, too,
just as he began1 to know the strength, and
the deep mystery of her soul. Heretofore
he had seen only the strength and beauty of
her body. He had stood serenelv above the
temptations of these. But now after what
had passed, he came slowly, certainly to
know something of her matchless truth and
glory.
And this made him shy; this made him
avoid her. And she, seeing how he avoided
her, responded in kind. No ! Do not ask
me to stop and give the. reason, if reason
there is. I have only time to hastily set
down the facts: the effect Find the cause
for yourself.
The season wore away; and the elbows of
the artist's coat with it; in a figurative
sense at least. The mystery of the Buried
Biver remained as deeply buried as ever.
The enterprise, the light, was surely fading
out of the man's life. He was miserable;
almost indifferent now to the one great pur
pose of his existence.
One afternoon late in the season, as the
artist climbed up the hill to his cabin after
a long and hard walk from the town away
down in the valley, he saw Farla standing
by the path, evidently waiting for him. Her
old nervousness was on her. Without
knowing it she was tearing the thorny
thistle heads, and her hands were bleeding.
"Mr. Gray, I want' you to come to our
house. Come now, at once. Sanello is ill.
'Kello is so sick, Mr. Gray, that we are
afraid she will die. Father has gone for the
priest Come, come and help us if you
please."
The man's hat was in bis hand. He
walked hastily at her side; an empty hand
sought hers and held it as they walkedon and
entered the stoutly built door. It is safe to
say that she did not know that he. took her
hand. It is also safe to say that he would
not have touched it at any other time.
The dying sister lay moaning and uncon
scious. The poor mother was dumb with
misery. The little children stood in groups
about the large room in silent awe. A
stranger was coming. A stranger that had
never set foot over that broad door sill before
was not far off. He was surely coining
straight for that house. It was Death. The
children seemed to know this, and were
awed to continual silence.
"It teems to me that something dreadful
is going to happen," said Farla to her com
panion, as they stood close by the dying
girl.
"I hope not, Farla," said the man softly.
"You don't know all, Mr. John Gray,"
she went on. "I must tell you. 'You know
Swain went away."
"Yes."
"Andohl if he had never come," mur
mured Farla. "And now I must tell-you-r-they
were secretly married."
"Then Swain should be sent for, and be
at her side," said the man firmly.
"That is it You see, Hello told mother;
and mother was afraid to tell father, till
after Swain was gone to the Sandwich
Islands; and now we don't where he fs."
As they spoke the father came in with
uncovered head; the good priest, red-laced
and pauting, close at his side.
"The doctor has gone away," moaned tbe
of California.
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TUTTTJait.
f mother,' "and says he can do no good any
more.
The priest put out his hand above the
troubled old head before him, but could not
comfort her,, or quiet her moaning.
The dying girl gasped, started, half arose
in bed, and throwing out her half-robed
arms in a wild, eager way, wailed 'ont, "I
want I I want my my little baby."
And then she gathered in heremptyarms,
and so looking steadfastly ahead, and half
smiling, as it she saw what her hungry
heart so much desired, she sank back dead.
"Father, father shrive her, bless her, save
her soul," piteously wailed the mother.
The bended, holy man laid his two hands
on the" still head, and silently praving, of
fered all the consolation his lips could utter.
The mother seemed comforted a little at last,
and standing by the side of her dead she
put back the heavy mass of hair from the
poor, sweet face, and then kissed it tenderly.
Then, looking up at the priest she said:
"We forgive her for keeping the secret
from us; God will forgive her for marrying
without letting us know; and surely you
knew what was best and what was Tight"
The good father began to look at her as
she went on: "And it was so good in von to
come so lar; so good in you to come up the
steep mountain. But I did so want you
who married her to bless her."
"Bull I did not marry her.- I did not
perform the ceremony."
Back in a darkened corner, for night was
falling, you could have heard the teeth of a
giant gnnd together like millstones. Two
huge hands clenched till hlood ran down.
"You did not marry her? .And she was
not married then!" shrieked the mother.
John Gray stepped a little forward, and,
looking the holy man calmly in the face,
said in a soft, earnest voice:
"ather, you have forgotten. .Do you not
remember, I was there? You did marry
them; did you not?"
The good man, the -brave, good man, un
derstood: "Yes, I remember now. I married them."
KJfEES, iBTJT NOT TO TEAY".
The priest said this solemnly, firmly; then
bowed his head and prayed.
And tbe angel that bore at that instant a
poor, wearv soul into heaven paused a little
as it passed in by the way of the recording
angel and rested there for a space to hear
what the good priest said of the soul he had
borne away. And when the holy man said:
"Yes, I married them," one long and snow
white wing of the angel reached ont, and on
and o'er the spotless page that stood against
the name of that priest. And it lay there
till .the recording angel had forgotten to
write down the lie that he had uttered.
CHAPTER XIH.
"WHO KILLED SWAEf?
John Gray went out from the presence of
the dead, alone and in silence, with un
covered head held low. Little bad life ever
been to him at best. Life had begun, for him,
with death. He now felt that it must end
with him as it had begun.
No, he had not loved this girl, this angel
now; not really loved her. But it looked
to him now as if the sun had gone down,
and would never, never rise up any more.
The flowers had heen gathered from his
path. The stars had all fallen put of
heaven, and blackness was in their places.
That night as he sat and sat, and still sat,
in the solitude of his cabin, even when the
white finger of God came pointing sharp
through a chink in the wall irom out the
golden doors of dawn, he could continually
hear a strongman moaning in a dark corner.
He could hear the wild passionate appeal of
the wretched mother to the priest. And
Farla? And tbe little group of children in
tbat awful silence and darkness about their
dead?
He lifted up bis head with the rising sun,
and, reproaching himself for his selfishrais
ery, he resolved, it possible, to be of some
better use in the world than he had yet
been. N
What were all the buried rivers to him
now with their beds paved with gold ? His
heart was not down in the deeps, of the
earth now. His religions nature, and his
early -rclfgious training, too. came to help
him'now. And so his thoughts were not
down in the earth but up in that vague and
indescribable somewhere which 'men call
heaven.
The singular and isolated man who had
set his teeth so terribly and clenched his
fists so firmly that night, chose to bury his
dead in silence, and almost in secrecy. It
would seem that he hollowed the grave and
laid his lost child away with his own hands
somewhere. It may be that Farla and he
dfd it together. For the next day after her
death Mr. Gray walked up toward the
house, where he heard a sound as of nailing
of boards. But when Farla and her lather,
who at that moment chanced to be looking
his way, saw him coming, they closed the
door. He went up to the strong gate, but
finding that also firmly fastened, he stood
still tor a little time, and then went back
home.
It might have been months after, it
seemed years to Gray, that Farla came to
the cabin door, and hastily and excitedly
looked in where the artist, weary and deso
late, was trying to paint a picture of the
dead girl from memory.
"Swain! Swain has come back," she
hissed, and was gone.
It is said that the murderer cannot keep
always away from the seen? of his crime,
bnt wjll sometime return, even though it be
in his sleep. Two days alter Farla had
hastily put her bead id at the cabin door,
and as hastily passed on, the artist saw one,
two, threo men searching up and down and
scouring the hills and canons, as if for
something lost
Oa the third day tbe coroner came to im
panel a jury down on a grassy bench of the
mountain by a little trout stream, where
Swain the summer be;ore had been so fond
of fishing.
The dead had been found. The rich man's
. . . . . .-i'
son from San Francisco had been foundry
lying dead in the grass, ail in a heap,?.'
as if he bad been pitched there; as'-
if he had been Shaken as a dog shakes a
drabble-bellied cat, and then throws it far
aside in the grass. Robbers? Murderers?
Thieves?
The papers were crowded with accounts
of the dreadful crime. He was a good young
man ot great promise, the papers said; bnt
too fearless of danger. And now he had
fallen a victim to bis own courage and his
romantic love of nature. The desperate
outlaws that hung about the savage haunts
of Mount Diablo had robbed and murdered
him.
But the Coroner fonnd the costly diamond
still on his finger. His watch," too, was
fonnd close by in the grass. And. strangest
of all, his well-filled purse was still in his
pocket!
Farla was not to be seen anywhere
abont all this time; neither was her father.
True, little groups of children dotted the
door-yard and looked curiously out now
and then, as men went and came up and
down the green hills, and round and about
the little groves of graceful redwoods, but
that was all. The great stout gate was as
firmly closed as if the white bull was still
the terror of the hills.
According to the Coroner's report col
umns in length, but which I mutt compress
into a paragraph the ju'y found cruel finger-parks
on the young man's throat The
distinct marks of three fingers about the
throat, more as if the rope of a hangman
had made them!
The thumb of the dead man's murderer
had almost buried itself opposite the three
red bars across the throat. The man's back
was found to have been broken!
John Gray had taken intense interest in
all the proceedings. He was on the ground
along with the Coroner and his men from the
first; nervous, anxioui. He wore a painter's
blouse. Up and down the front of this
blouse rap a row of bright gilt buttons. He
kept rolling one of these over and over, and
round about, between his thumb and finger.
In this nervous wav he had worked it Innu
It was nearly readv to fall. He was still
twisting it abont 6etween his thumb and
finger when the surgeon announced that the
dead man's back had been broken. Then he
jerked more nervously at the button than
ever. It came loose from the blouse, slipped
from his fingers and fell to the ground.
CHAETEP. XIV.
JOH2T GRAT KT MASTACLES.
The Coroner and the Coroner's jury no
longer trampled the pleasant grass down by
the sparkling trout stream. The ceremoni
ous old humbug had taken up bis dead, and
left the sweet landscape to the squirrel and
the piping quail. But somehow tbe strange
men did not melt away as had been ex
pected. On the contrary, strange men came
and went, up and down and round about
continually. A great reward had been
offered for the murderer, dead or alive, by
the dead man's father, the millionaire.
Silvia and his daughter kept all this time
on the island.
One day a hunter came to thecabin where
Gray was still patiently painting the dead
girl's picture. He seemed to be very much,
of a hunter; too much of a hunter in fact
A genuine hunter carries but lightjweights
here. And then he Hood his gun in the
corner, muzzle down; a most dangerous
thing to dp, aud most unlike a hunter.
Gray smiled faintly as he saw all this, but
with that innate gentleness of the true gen
tleman he seemed to take no notice at all,
hut quietly reached the man his three
legged stool, and went on with his work.
His back was to the stranger as he wrought.
This seemed to annoy the self important
intruder, and he left the little seat more
than once, and tried in vain to get a front
view of the artist by pretending to desire a
better look atthe work in hand.
How Gray "did despise this average repre
sentative of that most despicable class
known as detectives; those pitiful, miserable
man hunters, whose only real place of suc
cess is in the dime novel! He kept his
back to the detective .'or a long time. At
last the conceited fellow seemed to hit on a
splendid idea. Taking up a small pebble
from the mos3 tbat lay scattered about the
doorway, he cried out:
"Is not this gold? Come here quick to the
door and see!"
Quietly and slowly the artist laid, aside
his brush; quietly and 'slowly he stepped
back into the corner, where stood a little
wash basin, and at last quietly and slowly
came in the door and stood in the lull light
before this brilliant detective.
A glance up and down that row of but
tons. "The same! And one of them gonel
Good! Good! The reward is onrs!"
In his eagerness to be off, he could hardly
wait to take himselt away decently.
"The picture alone is a dead give awayl
To sav nothing of the button: iealonsv:
jealousy! That's why the fool uidnt take
the loot. Why, I knowed it was this fellow
from the first!" And chuckling thus to him
self the great detective was gone.
John Gray again took up his brush, and
by sunset the beautilul bit of painting was
on its way to tbe dead girl's mother.
He did not enter, but stood the picture
over inside the gate where wcregathered the
children. Their glad surprise, their little
clasped brown hands, their wonderful eyes
wide open, the group of sweet faces all
focused close up to the sweet picture in the
redwood frame which he had fashioned with
his own band; all this his reward wai
nothing: everything!
As he turned back with a Terr sad and
vet light heart he saw even "more than
ever before passing up and down and round
about His cabin, as noted before, stood in
a sort of amphitheater of hills high up here
on this crown ot hills, with the little dense
copse where the grasses were, and the lilies
grew for the center. Near the depression,
overhanging it almost, toward a precipice
of shelving rocks, the trail passed under
loose rocks. It now seemed to him as if his
cabin was literally surrounded by armed
men. This little circle of hills was certain-
ly set thick with men men who seemed to
be not noticing him; and yet clearly were
noticing nothing else.
As the artist entered his cabin he sighed,
and be smiled also. What a continual
contradiction is man, even . in the same
breath.
"I must make it certain," he said firmly,
as he turned about in his doorway, and saw
as the twilight faded away the armed men
grow graanally nearer. Then taking his
brush, he wrote in red and indelible letters
back behind the door on the smooth surface
of one of the redwood logs:
"Hand to hand. Man to man! Equal and :
: armed only with nature's arms we met. tie r
: diet), for ho deserved to die. J. O." :
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"There! Farla and her old father shall -hold
three heights, and keep their little
flock in hand together. There's two of
them; only one of me; only half a one of
me now."
He pitched the brush in a corner. No
mora torever. His lip curled scornfully as
he heard the cautious tread of the girdle of
men that was slowly tightening around the i
cabin in thedarkness without His thoughts
went back to the old battlefield, and he stood
once more by the side of his dying lather.
He felt that death was not far off, and it ,,
made him stronger now, in this trying hour, i
to know how indifferent had heen his father
at the approach of death caring only to be
snrely in tbe path ot duty in the end.
He laid some fins splints and knots on the
hearthstone, aud there was a cheerful J
blaze. Closer and closer came the clumsy
feet without Then there was a dull thud, a j
thrust! One! two! threel four! five! ten! At' ,'
last ten glittering gun barrels were thrust i
through tbe port holes, and four men came i
crowding in through (he door by the light j
of the pleasant lire The wonderful de- 1
tective headed the fo-tr.
Gray looked at him a moment and then, ''i
pointing quietly ctbe guns, said: " i
"If those guharc loaded you are putting .kJ
yourself in grat peril." ' , j
The detective dodged, and called oat to Is
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