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whieh-fresftaia-rather questionable admir
ation was quite a large element), a mixture
certainly picturesque enough for the use of
theTHBSTtsxacting-of romantic artists.
Days dipped by. Orton improved rap
idly. The old man, Felicie and the colored
?outh?irere. very attentive and kind to him.
his colored youth, Bobo by name, was a
qnitt, reserved quadroon whose shrewdness
aid sot show in his rather languid face.
He was of medium stature, slenderly though
compactly built", and by no means ill
favored. The offices performed by him were
those ot a trusted and intelligent house
servant Lately he had been watching at
night beside Orton's bed. fie usually came
in at about 11 o'clock and remained until
after daylight had appeared.
One night Bobo.bad something to say to
Orton, a message to deliver, and he scarcely
knew how to begin. Orton became aware
of this through the fellow behavior, and
after some diplomacy got him started. The
fact is the artist was suspecting that possi
bly the message was from Felicie, but in
this he was mistaken.
"You know the little ma'm'zelle over at
Mo'sieu Garcin's, do you, Mo'sieu Orton?"
Bobo began looking sidewise at Ortcn as he
"Lalie, you mean?"
"Yes, mo'sieu."
"Certainly, I do."
The young-quadroon remained silent for
a while, still eyeing Orton out of the cor
ners of his dark yellow eyes. Presently he
"Well, she wants to know when you are
coming back there."
"Oh, I don't know, Bobo, perhaps never,
I shall go away as soon as I get strong
enough;,but when did you seeLalie.Bobo?"
said Orton in a kindly tone of inquiry.
The slave grianed "and shook his head
significantly. 'Ton mustn't ask me that,
mo'sieu, it you please. My master does'
not allow me to go there- He hates them
all, you know."
"But they know that I am here and safe,
do they, Bobo?"
"res, mo'sieu."
"And is Monsieur Garcin safe and well?"
"res, mo'sieu."
"Well, Bobo, if vou ever see them tell
them tbat I send my best regards, that I
shall always remember them."
"Yes," mo'sieu."
The slave sat with his eyes downcast, and
for aw,hile was silent. . Presently he looked
up with a sharp, inquiring Iance,and said;
"Mo'sieu would like to get away?"
"When I am stronger I shall go," Orton
answered, but he was not thinking especial
ly of what he was saying. His mind was
full of other things.
Bobo smiled knowingly and shook his
head as if to say tbat he very much doubted
whether the ypung man could do just as he
pleased about quitting Bochon place.
When Orton had recovered sufficiently to
pace his room with the aid of a chair and to
s:t in the window that overlooked the bay
or to lounge in the one that faced the woods,
Eochon liked to come up and spend some
time with him in conversation. The old
man, reserved in a way, was vet quite free to
speak of certain parts of his wild, adventure
some life, though Orton noted that time and
place were usually not given when any par
ticularly interestingmcident was described.
He spoke very fully of his niece, giving
Orton a history of her life, from whioh it
appeared that she was an orphan, from in
fancy, her parents having been victims of
some one of the dreadful massacres in the
"She has had no one.to look to but me,"
saidhe, "and God knows I am a bad guar
dian for a girl like her. She ought to be in
Paris or in London, among the people who
can best appreciate beauty and loveliness.
It was the first time Orton had heard a
tender word fall trom the old man's lips. A
gentle sentiment lrom a man like Eochon is
Eingularlv effective. A tremendous animal
force behind it, and the ponderous rough
ness which acts as oil for it. make it so
different lrom an ordinary expression of
humattyiDpathy, and give "it such quality
as comesonlyot extraordinary elements of
life. Qrton felt this, and grew strangely
ajfcrehed to Eochon, studyinghisgiantesque
traits and admiring his lion-like attitudes
and motions. One morning the old man had
come early to Orton's room, and was stand
ing at the window overlooking the woods.
Suddenly he turned upon Orton and bluntly
deua'nded:' -'What do you suptoe makes
that little nigger wench of Garcin's skulk
around Tiere? I've seen her everyday for
a week past, lurking in the edge of the
"Lalie, do you mean?" inquired Orton.
"Garcin's girl, Lai, yes," responded
Bochon. "the little pop-eyed wench has
some devilment in her head', I think, and if
I get hold of her I'll thrash her with a cow
whip till she'll be glad to go about her own
Bob? was standing by with a stnpid ex
pression on his face, b'ut Orton noticed a
malignant gleam in his half-closed eyes and
a curious twitching at the angles ot his
heavy jaws.
Eochon soon after left the room.
"Is Lalie really hanging around here, as
Monsieur Bochon says?" Orton inquired of
the negro.
"I don't know, -mo'sieu. certainly," said
Bobo; but it was easy to see he was lying.
'Tell her, Bobo, to go home, do you
"Lalie has no home now," replied the ne
gro with a strange strain of pathetic sug
gestion in his voice.
Orton started. For the first time a real
ization of the utter ruin of the Garcin home
swept into hi mind, and with it the desola
tion of Lalie's life came in startling dis
tinctness. Perhaps his imagination made
more of it than the facts warranted; but
there must have been great distress over on
Bayou Galere after the visitation of old
Bochon and his followers.
"No home, you say, Bobo? Lalie has no
place to stay?"
"Oh, she would not go up to Honey
Island with her folks," said the slave dole
fully, as he gazed steadily at the floor and
lazily twirled his thumbs. "She stays with
Maume Bobert, the fortune-teller.
All this was very unsatisfactorv to Orton.
It distresse-1 him, but he could think of no
way To relieve the situation. He leaned
upon the sill of the open window and gazed
down into the tender gloom of the moss
hung forest where a chorus of birds shook
the tangled sprays with their songs. This
slender, but intense, touch of tragedy
brought out by Bobo's account of Lalie
Garcin had thrilled throughout . Orton's
senses. He was in a manner dazed by the
picture suggested. And at this moment, as
he leaned ont of the window and aimlessly
glanced from rift to riit in the trees, his eyes
met those of Lalie looking fixedly at him.
HerJeatures were pinched and eager, her
hair somewhat disheveled; in hand she held
her gun.
It was but a momentary glimpse, such as
the hunter sometimes has of some wild
fietce'animal whose eyes flash out of the
crepuscular nooks in the densest woods, but
Orton kne" Lalie Garcin's face and felt the
strange effect of her searching look. In
that second of time he realized (whathe had
not fairly thought of belore) that the girl
was really a negro of perhaps quarter blood.
She disappeared instantly, leaving him
in no happy frame of mind.
When Mile. Bochon came in a few min
utes later Orton was in a brown study, still
leaning over the window sill and not
aware of her presence. She pan6ecl invol
untarily just inside the room and stood
half-smiling as she looked upon his knight
ly strength of frame and ihe luxuriance of
bright goldnair curling over his shapely
shoulders: Lately he had been improving
rapidly, and now it flashed into her mind
that he must soon be strong enough to go
away. The thought had its rang, and with
it the sweet sudden sense of a great addi
tion to the value of life came like eome
waft from a perfumed and bloomy Eden of
which she Had had many girlish dreams
during the luxurious isolation of her past
"Good morning, Monsieur Orton," she
presently exclaimed.
"What do you find so attractive down
there in the trees?" she added, as he turned
to answer her greeting.
If Felicie Bochon lad been beautiful
heretofore in Orton's eyes, she was lovely in
her queen-like loftiness and sweetness. She
came and sat down on the window sill beside
him, a fine glow in her cheeks and in her
eyes the light of superb health and perfect
happiness, albeit a certain uneasiness was
stirring in her heart.
"I saw nothing attractive, mademoiselle,
but something that has touched me deeply."
"And what was it?" she asked.
"It was little Lalie Garcin," he said, very
gravely, almost sadly. "What will become
of her, poor little girl!"
"Oh, but these negroes can get along al
most any way," replied Felicie indifferently
enough, but without any of the heartless
ness the words'might seem toitt ply.
"The Garcins had such a beautiful home
over there on the Bayou Galere," he insist
ed; "it must be terrible to them to lose it
and in such a wav."
"A delightful home, monsieur," she re
peated, "the Garcins?"
He saw by her looks and by the tone in
which she spoke that she knew nothing of
the real facts connected with the tragedy at
the bayou that she was quite ignorant
of the strange barbario luxury with
which Garcin and his family bad been
surrounded. Orton felt at once that he must
not enlighten her too much.
"Oh, well,' he remarked, "they had.
many comforts usually denied to people like
She changed the subject and began to ask
him qnestions about New York and the life
of people in great cities. She had the
hunger for world knowledge which attacks
all healthy-minded young persons reared in
isolation with access to books full of romance
and poetry. He had already disclosed his
own life-h'istory to her, but she could not
tire of hearing" about society and manners
and customs of the people with whom he
had been reared. He told her his experi
ence as an art student in Paris and Borne,
of his tramps in Switzerland and his wander
ings in England and Scotland. It was
charming to watch the; play of color in her
face and to hear the quick come and go of
her breath as she followed his words with
the eager, unreserved interest of a child.
What he said was all a fairy story to her in
the wonder of it, and yet she felt that he
was unfolding real lire to her.
"And yery soon you will be going back
to tbat delightful world," she said, pres
ently, with a long, fluttering sigh. "How I
wish " She stopped short, and a rosy
blush flashed into her cheeks.
Some influence, like the perfume of rare
flowers, stole over Orton. He felt it creep
into every fiber of his heart, exalting him to
intoxication. He looked into her deep sweet
eyes, now softened almost to tears, and saw
the innocence and purity of her soul reflected
there. His hand was trembling when he
laid it upon hers.
'Felicie," he said, in a voice heavy with
the moment's rapture, "if I could tell you
how I love you may I tell you?"
She sprang up, flushed more, then turned
white. He held her hand. "I will tell
you, for I must, I cannot help it I want
you to be my wife."
Bobo, who had been in the room a moment
before, had slipped out, as some unusual
sounds, unnoticed by Orton and Mile.
Bochon, came from some quarter near the
house. A gunshot had rnng out keen and
clear, followed pretty soon by some con
fused noises. The quick ear of the negro
had causkt certain significant accents of
the sounds and he had fled like a shadow
down the stairs and out into the edge of the
forest on the west side of the house.
Orion would have scarcely heard the
bursting of a thunderstorm overhead, for he
stood up all forgetlul that he ever had felt a
wound, holding close-clasped in his arms
the Lily of Bochon. .
In those days, much more than now, there
was romance in lovemaking, and the mo
ment of all moments in lrfe was that when
"Spirits rushed together at the touching of
the lips." Love at first sight and marriage
without long fashionable delays were the
sweets of youthful experience." It was fit
ting, it was beautiful, and it was the just
culmination of life for those strong and
imaginative young people that love came in
and crowned them at the'moment when one
was about to need so mnch the protection of
the other.
While the old, old dramaof love was thus
being enacted within the stately1) Bochon
house, the tragedy of sudden death had dis
closed itself just'beyond the walls at the
edge of the wood.
Gaspard Bochon, with a heavy cow-whip
in his hand, had gone in search of Lalie
Garcin. He could not brook the thought
that a negro should dare to play the spy
upon his estate, much less a Garcin negro.
"The sneakihg little wench!" he ex
claimed with a scowl, which on his fare
was peculiarly sinister, "I'll teach her how
to be peeping in at my windows."
He had seen her down there as he chanced
to look out of Orton's casement, and some
thing in the respectful friendliness of Or
ton's tone in speaking of her had exasper
ated the old man mightily.
Lalie in fact had no evil motive in linger
ing around Bochon place. The desire to see
Orton, of whose convalescence she had heard
through Bobo, was her only impulse in the
matter. It was rarely indeed that one of
her race thought of vengeance upon a white
who had done a wrong, no matter how great;
but if the virus of revenge once set itself in
the negro blood there was no andidote but
death. The girl would have fled when Bo
chon approached her had she seen him a
little sooner; but she was watching the win
dow in which Orton and Felicie Bochon
were visible; and she had neither eyes nor
ears for anything else. The blood was all
gone from her face, leaving it a strange ashy
brown, her eyes were burning, her lips
purple and compressed. She was as rigid
and almost as lost to her immediate sur
roundings as if she had been a statue. Be
cent experiences with the bitter deprivations
attending them had left her without those
little adornments and graces which had done
so much for her half-savage beauty, and now
she looked distraught almost as she gazed
fixedly up at the open window, her hair dis
heveled, her cheeks drawn, her brows fur
rowed with the strain of her intense feel
ing. "Ho, here! you little black wepch! What
are you doing here?" roared old Bochen, as
he rushed forward and brought down his
whip on the girl's shoulders with a keen
swish and a loud thwack. "Up with you
and be gone from here or I'll thrash you to
death in a minute!" He struck again.
That was the last time that Gaspard Bo
chon's whip ever fell upon a negro. Lalie
leaped to her feet and sprang away. As she
did so she faced about and confronted her
assailant. The old man saw the muzzle of
her leveled gun and jumped forward to
strike it down. Too late. The slender jet
ot fire and smoke and the ringing report
came first. He was shot through tha heart.
Bobo appeared on the spot a few minutes
later and Lalie was gone. He stood for a
moment gazing at the dying old man, then,
with a horrible look in his face, he picked
up a heavy pine knot that Jay near and de
livered three or four heavyblows upon Eo
chon's head. This done heran wildly away
into the woods in pursuit ot Lalie.
Concluded Next Gundaij.
Copyright, 18S9, hv Maurice Thompson.
Not Within the Means of AH of U, Tet Lets
Than Reported.
St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
"Many extravagant stories are in circula
tion," said George W. Allen, "as to the cost
of private cars, such as are used by railroad
magnates, opera singers, imported actors,
and millionaires, and J have often heard it
stated that an average Pullman palace car
is worth $60,000. Stories are printed about
cars costing all the way from $100,000 to
$200,000. The fact of the matter is that a
palace car costs about $12,000 complete. The
make-up of all cars, regular or special, is,
about the same. Additional cost is "brought
about by the Internal decorations, and that
must necessarily be limited. I doubt if
there was ever a car constructed that cost
more than $35,000. To exceed that figure
would require a decoration exclusively in
jewelry and the precious metals."
While on His Barn-Storming Career
and Casnally Befers to
Joseph Coot, Dr. Mary Walker and Eazzle-
Dazzle Riddleberger. i
HE life of a barn
stormer is .filled with
change, in one sense
He is ' constantly
meeting with differ
ent people. Almost
nil of them are that
Wiy, They are dif
mrent from each
other. This is a
wise provision of
nature by means of
which we are en
abled to distinguish individuals, one from
the other. The barn stormer moving about
the country, therefore, has an opportunity
for the study of human nature which is
really wonderful. He sees large numbers
of people everywhere, excepting in his
audiences, of course. This is. really the
only place where he can be by himself
where he can be alone and' commune with
Strolling about over the Union, as I have
for the past four months, I have had the
pleasure of seeing and communing with a
number of men, all prominent in some line,
and thinking that their personal appear
ance as it Struck me might be of interest to
the reader, I have reluctantly consented to
write some impressions of a few under the
general title of "Eminent Men Whom I
Have Saw."
Joseph Cook, as the greatest man we
have on the face of the earth to-day, accord
ing to calculations made by himself, "would
naturally come first. H? is a f,rand man,
engaged in thinking thoughts all the time,
of which he is the theme. He occasionally
takes a day off, during which he curses the
newspapers in an earnest way, and then he
goes back to hover over his porcelain nest
egg of thought.
jXoseph Cook might have, a good deal of
run if he would just oversee the universe
daytimes and let some one else do it atnight,
but the slightest irregularity in the habits
of a planet will bring Joe out of bed in an
instant. .He worries all the time for fear
that a new laid planet will wander away
into the brush and get lost.
He dreads to die, not so much on his
own account, but because he wants to
Joseph Cook at Work.
be spared to those who are so poorly pre
pared to get along without him.
When he is colicky and" fretful it is not
that he cares a cent about it personally, but
because he is all the time afraid to die and
leave the universe in the hands of the Cre
ator. He has been accustomed for so "lopg
to go around with a long-nosed oil can
searching for a hot journal in the solar sys
tem that he actually believes himself to be
largely responsible for atmospheric con
ditions and astronomical phenomena.
In direct contrast with the firm and self
reliant Cook, let me briefly mention the
name of the shy and reticent "Dr. Mary
Walker, of Washington, D. C. Shrinking
at all times from the gaze of the world, lift
ing at times her sunny little head like a
dewy daffodil .with a pen-wiper overcoat,
and then again shutting up like a jackknife,
she is seen no -more for quite a while.
Dr. Mary Walker dresses plainly at all
times, and at eventide irons out her own
trousers so that the crease down the leg or
limb is the envy and admiration of all the
other men in Washington. She says, how
ever, that in case you are not where you can
obtain ahotflat-iron,youmayfold the trous
ers straight down from the first suspender
button in front, bringing these two buttons
together, and with a fold down the center of
the back you have them in good shape to
again fold directly across the knee. Then
by putting them under the mattress, you
will find in the morning a very desirable
crease down the front of each leg or limb of
the pants, or trousers. . .
Dr. Mary Walker is a self-made man,
weighing, in health, a little over 83 pounds.
She wears a Derby hat, "Lord Chumley"
overcoat, trousers of elephant's-breath
cheviot, held in place by means of broad
knit blue yarn suspenders with red morocco
ends. Formerly she wore 3 more frail but
more attractive suspender, but experience
has taught Doc that we should not allow
our love for the beautiful to' overcome our
reverence for the" imperishable.-
Her practice prevents her in a great de.
gree from mixing up in society, even if it
were not for her shrinking nature. When
she does go ont, however, the matter of
decollette dress does not worry her. . She
never wore a low cut dress in her life, and
yet people may be found everywhere who
will tell you that she has done very little
for the good of society. She wears a swallow-tail
coat on dress occasions, and, in
winter, to prevent taking cold, wears the
vest of her business suit next to her in order
to protect the chest She steps blithely
along the street, trying to be a perfect gen
tleman, but meeting with insurmountable
obstacles at every step.
Dr. Mary Walker may be seen frequently
at the various departments in Washington,
modestly asking to be appointed to some
thing, or later on escaping from the door of
the department hurriedly, in response to an
appeal by the doorkeeper.
On a mnddy day she may be seen fre
quently standing on one foot, and, with the
other resting on a drygoodsbox, cheerily
rolling up the leg ot her trousers, so as to
'look like a chappie. She is a good physician,
but an indifferent surgeon, I am told. She
hates to cut people's legs off, but makes a
specialty of diseases of horses and children.
I do not know this. I just give it as a
rumor. She would accept a portfolio if it
were thrust upon her, but she would rather
die than ask for it. If she could be ap
pointed minister to some place, and the ap
pointment came in a way that she could not
honorably refuse it, she would accept k.
She could turn her patient over to some one
else, or knock him in the head and go at any
In her old home at Oswego, N. Y., one
time, Dr. Walker, in passing by a boy on
the street who was moodily squirting with a
garden hose, said something to the boy
which he could not brook. So he turned
loose on Dr. Walker by means of the hose
until she was a sight to behold. Looking
like the pioneer wife of a venerable polyga
mist, on the way home, through the rain, in
NYE 3 Jg
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an old endowment robe,-sbe made her way
to the nearest J ustice of the Peace and se
cured the arrest of the boy. Great crowds
of people gathered at the trial. People
knocked each other down in their efforts to
get into the courtroom. At the end of the
trial "the boy was' 'found guilty. He was
fined $5 and trimmings, which amount was
paid- by the jury; after which t
presented him with a gold headed i
auer wnicn tne crowd
' Dr. Mary Walker at Some.
A few weeks ago I met on board a Boston
bound train the venerable Josiah B. Grin
nell, for whom the thriving young city of
Grinnell was na Jied. He is as hale and
hearty as he was when thehistorical inci
dent occurred which gave him his start and
made a classic of that simple sentence,
"Young Man, Go West,"
Josiah was the young man to whom Hor
ace Greeley addressed the above remark,
and Mr. Grinnell has demonstrated that it
was a wise one.' While the chances are
somewhat narrowed down for a young man
now to go West and start a city and build
an opera house and open a bank, ihe theory
that a young man will do,,better among
strangers as a rule than where he has grown
up and is still called a boy by his neigh-"
bors, holds good. It is a good thing that
he should have the props knocked out from
under him instead of rocking back in the
home nest and opening his birdling mouth
so as to reveal his inmost thoughts, at the
same time expecting from year to year that
the parent bird will come and drop a large,
juicy worm in it.
Mr. Grinnell still has the letter written by
Mr. Greeley at the time, and although he
has not yet succeeded in reading it all, he is
absolutely certain, almost, that Mr. Greeley
suggested that he would do well to go Wet
And so he did. It seems odd, now, that Mr.
Grinnell should have been addressed as
"young man," for he is in the sere and yel
low leaf period, having just left his measure
for a new set of teeth a few days before I
saw him, and which had not as yet been de
livered. But he was a good talker, none the
less, and as full of life as on the day he
started out for Springfield, then a very
yonng town, and began to do newspaper
work in order to fit himself for the ministry.
He quit the pulpit on account of his voice,
which, in trying to adjust itself to the
acoustics of his salary, ernduallv narrowed
down until it could not be heard beyond the
third row in the orchestra.
I tried to get his photograph for use in
this letter, but he hesitated and finally got
out of it. I also saw him shndder, and I
thought that perhaps Tie had a prejudice
against allowing his plain and rugged
features to appear near my own piquant and
sunny face. So I forgave him and we parted
the best of friends. He is a very fluent con
versationalist and Prohibitionist. He
speaks earnestly about the evils of rum, and
he has the right of it so far. How he will
succeed with prohibition I do not know.
Certainly there are places where it will take
weeks and weeks yet to thoroughly over
come the evil.
Take Washington, for instance, during a
great celebration. Probablv for months
vet you can get intoxicating liquors in
Washington if you go at it right and elbow
your way up to the bar.
This naturally brings up to my mind the
name of "Bazzle-Dazzle" Biddleberger.who
has just closed 'his tempestuous career as a
Senator, and who may now at home, in the
qniet of his back yard, carefully scan his
highly flavored past. As usual, the Con
gressional Record will contain only the most
meager account of his closing remarks in the
Senate, but it will go along in the memory
of those who heard it with the speech of
Andrew Johnson, as twin arguments against
the excessive use of mince pie flavored with
In closing this letter I will call attention
to the fact that the barn-stormer runs up
against one query which is duplicated over
and over again, till it becomes with us the
refrain for a topical song. It is: "Where do
you go from here?" And so as it falls into
rude rythmical shape, I append it here:
"And where do you go from heref" asks the
host at our hotel,
"And where do you go from here?" asks the
boy whd answers the ring of our bell.
,We have ordered Ice water and towels and
And a call at six or near.
And our trunks brought up, that the porter
may ask,
"Where do you go from here?"
The fireman asks, as he builds the fire,
"Where do you go from here?"
And the old friends, too, ere their calls expire,
"Where do you go from here?"
The barber who shaves us aud grasps his tip,
As we hurriedly disappear.
With "call again" hushed on his trembling lip,
"Where do you go from here?"
"And where do you go from here?" Ob,
"And where do you go from here?"
Till in fancy we stand at the last command
Facing our doom with' fear;
Facing the keener of the gates.
As he peers outside with a leer
And says, "Oh, yes; you're them lecturers
"Where do you go from here?"
A Story of Wm. K. Tanderbllt and an En-
cineer on the Maine Central.
New Tori Sun. 3
A pretty good story Is told of Engineer
Simpson, one of the veterans of the Maine
Central service. Last summer, when Wil
liam K. Vanderbilt's car was at Mount
Desert Ferry, the general manager of the
Maine Central sent a locomotive down there
to take the car to Portland, whither the
millionaire desired, to go. Simpson was
the engineer, and he pulled the car along
toward Portland at a surprising rate of
speed. At Brunswick, a stop was made for
water, and while there Mr. vanderbilt got
out and requested the old engineer not to
drive so fast. Simpson eyed the nabob a
quarter of a minute, and then replied: "I
am running this train under orders from
Payson Tucker to be in Portland at 1:07.
If you want to stop here, all right; if you
want to go to Portland get in." Mr. van
derbilt got in.
TJncle Portwin (with "'the gout) Holy
Hindoos! Mur-r-rderl Onchl. Ow-wow-wowl
Mrs. Hopeful Why, what is the nat
ter? Little Howard Hopeful I! only wanted
to see why Uncle wears a pincushion on his
foot. Puck.
One Insertion.
SUNDAY N MABCH, i- 24, -
Tropical America is the Region for
an Extensive Winter Tour.
Tha Popular Imaginative Idea of Cuba
Bather Far From the Reality.
AVANA, March 15.
There is no more de
lightful winter jour
ney, and none more in
teresting, either in the
Old World or in this,
than a cruise upon our
tropic seas. From
Havana, after a week
or ten days in the
Cuban capital, let the
tourist una tne per
fection of sea travel in a. cruise eastward to
St. Thomas, then southward around the
Lesser Antilles to Trinidad, on the coast of
Venezuela, and thence along the Spanish
main. At St. Thomas, at LaGuayra, at
Savanilla, or at Carthagena, one may find a
steamer for New Yorkor he may go as far
as Aspmwali, and from there homeward by
the Pacific mail boats, or across the gulf to
New Orleans.
The cost of the trip would be comparative
ly less than a similar time spent in travel
ing on land, for there would be few hotel
bills, only occasionally the hire of a car
riage, and the excursion tickets are sold at
low fares. Five days in. each week will be
spent at sea, land will seldom be out of vis
ion, all sorts of places will be visited and
some most curious sights may be seen. The
traveler will find a choice of most excellent
ships, constructed ' for tropic travel and
calm seas, will be troubled with no sales,
no heavy swells, no cold, no storms and
little seasickness. He will see all the prin
cipal ports of the West Indies and the north
shore of South America, and will find
plenty of rest, pleasure and novelty.
Ton take the steamer at Tampa, a little
town surrounded by 'orange groves and
strawberry beds, the southernmost point of
the Florida railway system,and spend a day
at Key West, that curious little camel
shaped rock which rises from the ocean
among the Florida reefs. People generally
suppose that Kew West bears about the
same relation to Florida that Long Island
does to New York, or Martha's Vineyard to
Massachusetts, and that the neighbors on
the reef can talk aero ss the channel while
they are hanging out their clothes; but it
isn't so. The Key is as much a "foreign
part" to all appearances, as Cuba or New
Zealand, with only a flag and a fortress as
links connecting the mother country with
this posthumous child.
The nearest point to Key West in Florida
is over 90 miles, while the nearest town is
Tampa, distant 20 hours by sea. You can
run across to Havana, however, any day by
a sailboat, and the result is that the island
we own is an asylum lor Cuban politicians.
On this barren, scorching reef, for it is noth
ing more,simpiy a few square miles ot coral,
there is a compact town of comfortless
houses, sheltering from 16,000 to 20,000 peo
ple, less than half of them citizens of the
United States, and the remainder Cubans,
mostly political refugees or fugitives from
The Captain General of Cuba would
sleep easier if Key West should sink into
the sea. Spain does not want onr little
island, but it would be a great relief if this
refuge for disaffected politicians and. embryo
filibusters could in some way be ex
tinguished. The colonies of revolntionists
are a perpetual menace to the Spanish
authority at Hayana, and most of the sav
ings of the Key "West cigarmakers are de
voted to the cause of Cuban independence,
being collected regularly on every pay day
by the "walking delegates." The United
States officials are kept on the alert for
violations of treaty obligations.
At Key West summer is perpetual, andat
noonday every sonl is asleep. The cocoanut
trees nod drowsily and the great banana
leaves droop under the heavy air. The
flushed sun gilds the smooth trunks of the
palms, the hum of the insects is hnshed and
the cigarmaker, who sings at his work
while the morniog mist lies upon the land,
seeks the shelter of low-browed roofs,
smokes his cigarette.-sips his coffee and lies
down to a siesta. The people share their
slumber between the day and the night.
They work in the early morning and the
evening hours, give their nights to pleasure
and the noonday to rest.
As one approaches Cuba from either side,
the island appears to look up out of the sea
like an enormous rock, rising in barren ter
races until the landscape culminates in a
mountain range that is wild, desolate and
uninhabitable. It looks more like a part of
Greenland than the "Pearl of the Tropics."
Cuba is bigger than Maine or Virginia; 760
miles long and quite 100 broad in some
places. More than half of it is barren and
not snsceptible of cultivation, as much a
desert as Arizona, but between the moun
tains and on the slopes to the seas lie
the valleys which have produced more of
value for their acreage than any soil in the
Morro Castle commands the entrance to
the harbor, by which no vessel is allowed to
pass without a licensed pilot from the city,
and as all pilots shut up shop at sunset, no
vessels can enter the harbor after that hour,
no matter what the weather maybe outside.
Morro Castle carries one of the four light
houses on a coast more than 1,800 miles
long, and surrounded by dangerous reefs,
and yet Spain pays $24,000,000 a year to
maintain an army in Cuby. This sum is
wrung from the people to pay their op
pressors. The Cuba of the imagination is full of
fair women, bananas, and sensnous luxury.
The actual Cuba is far different. There is
no everlasting greenness and perpetual
shade, but the greater part of the island is
a bald and naked ridge of sand; for outside
of the botanical gardens, and always except
ing the palms, there isn't a tree in all Cnba
big enough to make a saw-log that would
pass inspection in Maine or Minnesota.
The fields of sugar-cane are dry and dusty;
the orange groves are usually full of tobacco
plants; the trailing vines are in inaccessible
swamps, with the murky rivers and alliga
tors, and the most beautiful birds to be seen
about Havana are the vultures, which do
their share in keeping the city clean.
There are parks in Havana, and the peo-
?le nse them at night to sit in and chatter.
h?re are no notices to keep off the grass,
and none are needed; for where the turf
should be it is as barren as a sea-beach, and
100 yards would measure the shadows cast
by all the shade trees in this Queen of the
The whole year is summer time, and the
soil is richer than that of any region on the
globe. The greater portion of the lives of
the people must be passed out of doors, but
the only-pleasure they find in their parks is
in the evening after gaslight The Span
iard hates trees, and after an indiscriminate
slaughter of them in all the lands he has
ever occupied, they decline to grow for
him. There are few trees in the streets,
and in none of the cemeteries is there the
slightest glimpse of either flowers or foliage.
The graves of the dead are like the houses
of the living, glaring white, and their only
decorations are wreaths and crosses made of
shells and beans.
But everybody enjoys himself in Havana.
For dolce far niente it is the greatest place
in the world. Laziness is not only respect
able, bat it is a matter of education. The
f 1889.
girls are taught nothing but embroidery
and graceful repose. The chief end of man
is to keep cool, and the first thought offalm
who builds a house or store, makes a suit of
clothes or a pair of shoes, cooks -a meal,
rows a boat, drives a wagon, or, in .short,
does anything whatever, is to keep out of
the heat. Any Yankee onld come down
here and show these people how to accom
plish the desired end at half the trouble
they fake, but they would never be taught.
They have everything as their forefathers in
the South of Spain had it, and have made
no changes for 300 years.
There is not 'a chimney nor a cooking
stove in Havana; not a carpeted room nor a
feather pillow, and very few windows have
glass in them, but are protected bv iron
gratings and heavy, solid, wooden blinds.
The sidewalks are'narrow leages of stone,
upon which two people cannot go abreast
or pass each other, and as most of the bur
dens are carried upon the backs of men, one
constantly finds himself hustled into the
middle of the street by a cargadore with a
pannier of ill smelling stuff upon his back,
or a fat black woman who comes bearing
down upon him with a basket tour feet wide
upon her head. Baths are numerous and so
low-priced as to be within the reach of all,
but tnere is no such thing as surf bathing
in the sea. There are no bath houses in the
still water, inclosed by fences to keep the
sharks out.
Everybody wears as little clothing as
possible, and the lower classes have but
slight regard for the proprieties. The
women commonly weara calico wrapper and
a pair of slippers upon their stockingless
feet; the laboring men wear nothing but a
broad sombrero and a pair of trousers, and.
the .little children usually go entirely
It is the practice of the business men to
get up early in the morning, take a cup of
coffee and a roll, and go to their stores or
offices. "At 11 o'clock they return to their
homes to bathe and eat their breakfast,
which is the heartiest meal of the day.
Then they take a long nap and return to
business about 4 o'clock in the afternoon.
All the stores are kept open in the evening,
when the greater part of the retail business
is done. All Havana is out at night in the
parks and cafes, or promenading in the
sireets, which swarm with people of all
colors and ages. The gayety is kept up
until long after midnight, when the Cuban
retires to his coudh or goes to the gaming
table. Beveblt Cbusip.
A Traveler's Marvelous Account of Tibet
Pabllabed In a Chinese Paper.
A Chinese newspaper published in Hong
Kong gives the following marvelous account
of Tibet, which it says has received from a
recent traveler in that country, and pub
lishes at his request. Tibet, he says, is de
signated Buddha's country, and in it there
are lofty, cloud-piercing galleries of pre
cious things, and buildings of jade, from
which the sound of Pali talk and ringing
of bells flow in harmony through forests
and valleys. In one part there grows the
tree ofperennial spring, and in another part
is the heaven of ,perpetual youth. At
Lhassa there are four temples, where the
Dalai Lama is enthroned, and where he
strolls abont and enjoys himself. These
temples are palatial in "size, and very beau
tiful, with the dazzling splendor of gold
and jade.
In Ulterior Tibet are to be seen three
temples where the Banchin Lama is en
throned. There the waiting is all in Pall
and is interpreted according to the Pali
sounds. There are also a nine-stoired pa
goda, which contains an image of Buddha
looking grave and stern among the seven
precious things, towers high into the air.
There temples, which are surrounded by
fragrant olive trees and grape vines,planted
and trained to interwine and make a deep
shade, contain strange things from foreign
lands. The common belief is that the
Banchin Lama is a re-embodiment of Kin
kang, obtained after over ten years em
ployed in cultivating wisdom, prefecting
himself, keeping the precepts, renewing and
purifying the heart, thoroughly mastering
the religious- canons, and abstaining from
all dissipation. The Dalai Lama and the
Banchin Lama are both able to foretell
births and deaths and future events, and are
also able to solve all doubts and difficulties
of the future.
All Tibetans slain in battle are honored
by the people with offerings of sweet-scented
flowers. They salute their superiors by
taking off their hats and thrusting out their
tongues three times. The people say the
climate differs every few miles. The punish
ments are very severe. No matter whether
the crime be grave or trivial, the matter
great or small, all offenders, when caught,
are tied up in a dark room with all their
limbs bound, and kept there until dragged
out for trial. Sentences of death are carried
out by binding the criminal to a pillar and
shooting at him with muskets and bows in
a contest for drink, by taking him to a cave
swarming with scorpions and allowing the
latter to stirg him, or by handing him over
to be divided and eaten by the savages of
the XT country. They put their dead in
bags made of hides, which they suspend for
seven days from the ridge poles of their
dwellings, while Lama priests chant the
liturgy, and afterward" they are carried to
mountain peaks, where the flesh is cut into
thin slices and thrown to the dogs to eat;
this is called the earth interment. The
bones are pulverized, made into pills about
the size of beans, and given to eagles to eat;
this is called sky interment. The sick do
not take medicine, but are placed in, the
scorching heat ot the sun, with their bodies
daubed all over with butter. Be I erring, in
conclusion, to the recent war in Sikkim,the
writer says that the inhabitants have al.
most been annihilated iu a war with India,
"but happily the high Imperial Minister
Shing Chuh Shan, has gone forth to restore
The Craving for the Antique.
Mew York World.!
A dingy, time-worn, oil painting was sold
in this city a few days ago for 2 60.
Then it was discovered that the picture was
in a state of sufficient decay to warrant the
report that it was painted by an old master.
Somebody said it looked like a Guido, while
somebody else saw iu it a suggestion
of Velasquez. Behold the result. The
blurred and ugly canvas is now valued at
several thousand dollars. Does it please the
artistic sense? Not at all. It simple satis
fies an absurd craving for the antique. And
yet here in this city there are artists whose
Eaintings are things of beauty who can
ardly make a living. An ancient daub of
faded colors avails more financially than
the cleverest of modern landscapes.
The MIsslne Tip Link.
McGagan Sure Oi'm goin' yure way,
Mrs. Conley. Shtep up behind wid yure
Mrs. Conley Saints sev met John Mc
Gagan, but it's th'dom. poor way! Judge.
Why overwork the system? Get rid of
your cold; assist it with Dr. Bull's Cough
With Buffalo Bill and the Fifth United
States Cavalry.
Pursuing at 'Hot Trail at Pull Speed for
Forty-Five Miles.
wmrasr tou tex sispatch.1
O threatening was the
state of affairs in the
Territories of Wyom
ing, Montana and.Da
kotainl875 that Gen
eral Crook was called
from Arizona and
placed in command of
the Department of the
Platte. He left the
Apaches completely
subjugated, practically
disarmed and the en
tire tribe with all its
ramifications, except one, "herded" at the
reservations, where every man could he
watched and accounted for. The excepted
band was the Chiricahua, which the Indian
Bureau saw fit to consider in the light of
special proteges of its own; gave them un
usual facilities for supplying themselves
with magazine rifles and ammunition, and
putting on airs at the expense of the less
favored Indians.
That the Chiricahuas should speedily
take advantage of the situation and become
the toughest tribe iu Arizona, and do "more
murdering and pillaging in proportion to
their numbers than all the others put to
gether was all a grievous surprise to the
Bureau, but not to the soldiers who had
made acquaintance with them. However,
except these fellows whom he was forbidden
to touch, General Crook had whipped and
brought to terms the whole Apache nation,
and now the general Government sent for
him to try his hand on the Sioux and their
brothers in outlawry the Cheyennes.
He had a fierce grapple with them in
March, '76, far up beyond Fort Fetterman
where the mercury stood at. 30 below, and
found them scientific fighters, and the finest
light cavalry-in the world. His. advance
guard fought Crazy Horse on "Patrick's
Day iu the morning" among the snow drifts
ot the dry fork of the Powder river and
found him far too strong and skillful. But
Crook persevered, pushed away until he had
located the array of the hostiies along the
foothills on the upper side of the Bis Horn
range, and then tonnd that under Sitting
Bull, Gall, Two Moons', Crazy Horse and
others there were probably 10,000 Indians
encamped in the lovely vallev of the Bose-
bud, and that Ogallallas, Bottles, TJncapa-
o. ti'.i-f.. "!... a' j ' -kti..
g, ..,, uu? , . -"""""g
receiving" supplies and reinforcements from
the great reservations-of Bed Cloud and
Spotted Tail down on the White river, in
the northeastern corner of Nebraska.
It was then that General Sheridan, who
commanded the whole division of the Mis
souri, ordered the Fifth Cavalry to go up
and reinforce the field army of their old
Arizona chief and comrade. We had
marched in overland from Arizona to
Kansas the summer of '75, and were gar
risoned along the Kansas Pacific Bailway.
The order came by telegraph early in Jnne.
We were off by rail for Cheyenne the very
next day, the Lieutenant Colonel com
manding going ahead and taking me with
him as adjutant. We were dining at the
Bailroad Hoase..at Cheyenne depot, after
having selected a camp, ground for the com
panies that were to arrive that night, when
a telegram was banded him. He broke it
open, read it, and almost shouted with de
light "Hurrahl Bill Cody's coming!" and
tossed it over to me.
"Buffalo Bill" had long been the chief
scout of the- Hfth Cavalry, and was well
known and thoroughly liked and trnsted
by every officer and man. It was he who
took me on my first deer hunt, and with him
I had had my" first long gallop on the buf
falo trail, and when the regiment was or
dered to Arizona with General Crook in the
fall of '71, it parted most reluctantly from
Cody, who had married and settled near old
Fort McPherson, and whose family could
not bear the idea of his going to "Apache
land." Yielding to the entreaties of East
ern show managers after his old comrades
left him, Cody took to the footlights, and
when '76 came around, he had a company
of his own, and was doing a thriving busi
ness. He was billed to play at Wifcning
ton, Del., on the night of the 5th of June,
'76, when he read in the paper that his old
chums, the Fifth Cavalry, were ordered up
to Wyoming, to take a hand in the Sioux
war. Bill lost not a moment; telegraphing'
for his old place as chief of scouts, he can
celled his engagements at the close of the
performance, bade goodbye to the audience
with the words tbat in four days he would
be in saddle and on the actual warpath
again; paid off his company, and took the
midnight train. Four days afterward I met
him at the Cheyenne railway station with
the order establishing him chief of scouts
of the Black Hills column.
The next week we were marching north
ward, and the end of June found us lurking
among the willows and cottonwoodsdownin
the valley of the South Cheyenne river to
the west and in three easy days' ride of the
Black Hills of Dakota just west of the
broad Indian trail leading from the reserva
tion on White river up to Sitting Bull.
Making a wide circuit we had marched
thither by General Sheridan's orders to cut
off the constant communication apd traffic
between the hostiies at the front and the
traders and blanket "Indians" at the rear,
as well as to prevent further reinforcements
joining the war chiefs by that route.
We were just eight companies strong.
Our new Colonel, General Wesley Menitt,
of the old cavalry corps of the Army of the
Potomac, had reached us and assumed com
mand. We picketed our horses among the
trees, in the deep valley; kept strong out
posts on watch in every direction and were
only praying that the Indians might come.
It was the 1st of July when Merritt joined
us, and though we had full particulars of
General Cook's hard fight of June 17 with
the Sioux along the Bosebud, not a word
had come to us of the tragedy of Sundav,
the 25th; in which Custer and his five pet
companies had been wiped out of existence
on the banks of the Little Big Horn. But
the Indians knew it at the reservation, and
the tidings fired the veriest laggard among
them with longing to join Sitting Bull, and
share in the glories and plunder and scalps
of the war, and swarms of them loaded up
with provisions and ammnnition at the
agency, and, in the darkness of night, lead
ing their spare ponies, they would slip
Just at dawn on the morning of the 3d of
July, I rolled out of my blankets to super
intend the grooming of the horses of "K."
troop. Here were the same men who went
Apache hunting with me in Arizona two
years before, but we left our California
horses at the border line, swapping with the
Sixth Cavalry and taking their taller,
longer and ''rangy" Americans. These
horses, mainly from Missouri, Iowa and
Illinois, .could not climb mountains like the
t"goats" we r6de on the Pacific slope, nor
had they their endurance, but they could
run faster, and might have to rnn their best
before the day" was over. Who could tell?
It was a picturesque sight that greeted my
eyes. The sun was not yet above the hori
zon; the mist was creeping from some stag
nant pools in the dry bed of the Cheyenne
where two months earlier a roaring torrent
rolled from shore to shore on its way to the
"Bur Missouri." Here,, there, everywSere1"
among the trees, the men were Tollisgf'oqtL
from under their blankets. Out'ia.jth2.
glade, hoppled and "lariated" to their'
picket pins, the horses were cropping the'
scant but dewladen grass, and pricking np)
their ears and saluting their riders with,
neighing inquiry for oats.
On the low branches hung saddles, (
bridles and carbine slings; here and there
among the trees the smoke of tiny cook
fires was beginning to curl skyward, and I,
was sniffing appreciatively the fragrant'
aroma of coffee, while my captain was be
ginning to yawn and look about him, and
sit np to pull on his boots, (not a man of
our troop had a sympcom of uniform about
him, by the way. We all wore the rough
flannel, canvas or bnckskin scouting dress
we had learned to value in Arizona) when
down stream I heard" sudden commotion.
General Merrill's "orderly" came running
through the trees and called suddenly to us
as be ran: "Indians coming upthevalleyl
General Merrill wants 'K.' company quick
as possible." .-
""laddie np, men! Lively nowl" is tha
order. Down go curry combs and brushes!
Down come the saddles and bridles from tha
low bushes; away run the men to 'their as
tonished and excited horses, and almost ia
less time than it takes to tell it the whole
troop has saddled; the men have "slung"
carbine and belted on revolver andthar
bristling array of cartridges. My Captain,
Mason, a war veteran, who commanded the
whole regiment most of the time during thei
great rebellion, and is an old hand at these:
morning alarms, finds time to swallow a tin
mug of coffee and a piece of hard tack whila'
I am bustling sbont among the men. andt
striving to hasten my orderly, who has two,,
horses' to saddle to others' one. Quickly
they lead into line, count fours mount, and
there thejr sit, 50 bronzed, bearded, seasoned
troopers, in oid slouch hats and flannel or
buckskin shirts, with two war-tried Ser
geants, Stauffer and Schreiber, as their z
principal guides. Iran about at my place
in front of the first platoon, and Mason
orders "Fours, right, trot," and away. we.
go out through the dewy willows; outrpast
the deserted cook fires where lies our
neglected breakfast; out through the cotton
woods at the edge of the water, and then ont
upon the broad, dry, sandy waste of the
stream bed just as the red disk of the sun
peeps over the low ridge, far, far down the
The first man we see is Buffalo Bill, be
striding a great strawberry roan, plunging
across the sands below us, and waving his
hat. "This way! This wayl" he shouts;
and Mason and I, riding side by side, now,
break into rapid lope, and the whole troop -with
carbines grasped in brawny hands,
comes cantering at our heels. "Where are -theyr
Cody?" shouts the captain.
"Off yonder somewhere," shouts Bill in
reply as he swings his new rifle by the
small of the stock. "There are two of the
scouts waving to us on the ridge. I haven't
seen them myself yet at all."
We form front into line at the gallop as
we clear the bottom, and begin the gentle
ascent to the ridge in question, "it is only
a few hundred yards away. Two or three
of Bill's frontier's men, hired as scouts, are
there excitedly waying their hats to us, and
signalling "come on." We confidently ex
pect to see the game as we dash up to the
ridge, but when weget there and rein in.
.""""?"i"''w swaie or
(Timricail thava Ha a vmSTa .IJ-. 4a. 1
; depression and cot an Ind an in sight.
Obeying Bill'ssfgnals we had crossed'the
stream and started out southward. Now
the scouts, far ahead, are waving "come
on," and we veer southwestwatd, but Mason
sternly checks the men who would go off in
mad gallop. "I won'thave any horses used
up in a wild goose chase," he says. "If
there are Indians in any force we won'thave
to chase far to catch them. If there are only
a few they are miles away by this time,"
Bill still rides with us, and together we go
at brisk canter this next mile stretch, and
reach the second ridge only to find the two.
scouts waving their hats on a third "hoe
back" another mile away eastward this
time and when we have crossed that they
are at the crest of still another jnst as far
away as ever.
et b;ot prasnrr. .
"But, now. Aaving taken a 'shorter cvita
Captain KelTogg and Lieutenant Eeilly
with '"I" troop at their heels come riding
alongside, the two companies trotting in
parallel columns, and in this order five or
six miles below the bivouac we strike the
Valley of the Cheyenne once more, and still
following our hat-"wavers far in the front, go
plunging through the sand. Mason orders a
moment's halt to water our steeds 'under the '
willows on the northern bank; then we go
on again, and now, at last, we see something,
of the foe we are pursuing. Pony tracks by'
the dozen cross the stream bed as though
scurrying in hot haste. Here and there af
bag of provisions, bacon, flour or sugar' i
(bearing the mark of the Bed Cloudy
Agencv) a dirty red blanket or soma other f
discarded item of impedimenta decks the -soil;
but the scouts are waving "come op," ",
and now we ride at speed.
The next half hour, full trot, we go north- -westward
toward a high range of bluffs that . ,
spans a the horizon, and, with almost level
summit, stretches far to the north. Bill has
overtaken two of the scouts, and is giving
them a hearty damning for taking us south
of the river at all, but they swear the In
dians were first sighted on that side and
only took to the stream and turned north
ward after they had fallen back on their
main body. Their numbers were anywhere
from 30 to 50 "all bucks" i. e., warriors,
and many of . them had ponies loaded with
provisions besides their mounts. In an hour
the foremost scouts declared tbat the In
dians could be seen riding along the range
we were approaching, but they kept a strong
party of active young warriors well out to
the rear, who let drive their "Winchesters
and- Henrys whenever the scouts pressed
them too close, and yet scurried away on
their nimble ponies as soon as we came
within range. At last we caught sight of
some of them, gaudy and glistening in war
paint and feathers, as they rode full spaed
up the slopes in the beams of the cloudless
We spurred and pressed on, all eagerness
to overtake; we reached the summit ofthe
lofty range, and followed it northward two
mortal hours, occasionally exchanging a
long ranze shot or two with their rearmost
riders, and pressing them so hard that sev
eral of them dropped their cooking kits and
one fellow abandoned his saddle and
blankets, but at last noon-day came. We
had trotted, galloped, chased and panted
just about 45 miles, and never got within
striking distance of them. The trail was
still "hot," but our horses had haa enough
of it, and were fairly worn out Far down
In the valley to the west, and over along the
bluffs of the Mini Pusa, we could see through
my field glass that other companies of the
regiment were halted to rest after fruitless
search for the nimble light riders, and at
last Mason sent out word to me to halt and
wait for the main body to come up. He
bad directed me, with a few other light
weights, to take the lead in the chase, and .
catch them if we could but w.conIdn't,forp
they had two horses to our one, ohd could
swap in an instant when either was tired.
Cody had said it was no use going further.
We were miles and miles from camp, and
had had no bite of breakfast not that that'
made much difference. We passed another
brace of pack saddles, loaded with plunder,
just as the order came to halt, and at last,
fairly distanced, we dismounted, "unsaddles
and let our horses blow. The first chase of
the campaign was over, and we never had a
show of winning. Late that evening we
got back to the camp. Captain Leib'srand
Lientenant Beilly's horses had dropped
dead nnder them, and our run with Buffalo
Bill was a thing of the past,
But we had much better lnck the next
vtime. Chaeles Kurd, XT; ST A.
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A Frightful Example. ' .'
PMladelphla BecordJ 'f'
Magistrate What is your Base? V
Facetious tramp Bobert "Elsaaere.
"Eh? Wha why, bless aaeI thought
Bobert Elsmere was a preacher. '
"Yes, y'r honor, I was. TUj jj what
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