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nant of men together that afternoon, had
what few cattle butchered that had lodged
in the snow, and as night came on and the
crust of snow hardened, the little baud set
forward, silent, slowly,in single file,through
the great solemn woods to cross the Sierras.
Each mad had a horse and drew a sled. The
sled was ofteD only the hide of a bullock,
with blankets, bread, bacon, arms, amnni
tion, anything indeed that fell to the lot of
the man who drew the sledge in the general
distribution of provisions. Here were stout,
daring, audacious hearts now! There is not
room or need to say more. But pray give
this brave and single little remnant of an
army tender respect. Napoleon on the Alps,
the hunchback Hannibal before him were
simply luxurious robbers in comparison
with tnis sobered and earnest little string
of men on their tortuous way through tne
pines to recover a kingdom tbat had been
lost to civilization. Cortcz drawing his
Fhins by piecemeal over the Isthmus knew
nothing 'half so terrible in that warm
and luxurious land. For here with
us on the the very first night nearly
every man had feet, face, or bands badly
lrozen. And the wolves! Before it was yet
quite full dawn wewere'compelled to form a
solid circle, with onr faces to the wolves;
our sleds and horses in the center. And
such beautiful teeth! We sat down on our
sleds facing the wolves. The wolves
promptly sat down right before us, their
great red tongues lolling out of their hun
gry mouths, the beautiful white teeth glis
tening in perilous contrast. Two sleds of
beel had been already captured and instant
ly devoured. "Look here! I've cut my
sflf somehow," whispered one of the men
wno baa lost a sled. We only discovered
that he was hurt by the blood that made the
white snow red. This poor fellow was
reputed to be a professional pickpocket
when at home in the enjoyment of civiliza
tion and liberty. But he was a good soldier
here, and did not even cry out when a wolf
tore away a handful of flesh from his leg;
but he merely laid it to some accidental
awkwardness of his, had his leg bandaged
as we all sat there, shivering and looking
down into a thousand hungry throats, wait
ing, prayinc for sunrise. But had thatpoor
pickpocket by sign or sound indicated that
the wolves had begun to eat our men as well
as our provisions, there would probably
have been a two-second panic! Then some
few white bones on the bloody snow: the
red epitaph over the common grave of the
"army of Northern California!"
When light came and the wolves wentback
a little fiora our faces we made roaring fires
and broiled or rather burned our beef so
that it would be less heavy, and finally less
attractive to the wolves in these terrible
marches at night.
While this was being done I posted on
alone with Captain Bodgers, whom I had
come to know and greatly respect, if not to
quite yet trust, to see if possible if there
was any abatement in the tremendous depth
ot snow. For our sleds were now all worn
and broken, our horses were weak and fail
ing for want of food. After an hour or so
we crossed a huge bear track, or rather what
Bodgers call a bear track. It was simplv
the track of about 20 Modocs on the war
path! They were going toward my own
camp. But I kept my own counsel. There
was no turning back now. To tell the worn
and half-hearted band of mpn iTiit (!.
Modoc was also with us would have insure!'
a sort of paralysis. It was push on now or
perish.
This "bear track" at this time and place
could mean but one thing and now you
need a map of the whole thins here and
that was war between the, three Indian
tribes that hovered abont thVbnse of Mount
Shasta. Either this or the Modocs were
merely on their way to my camp for cattle.
This broad bear track was pointing direct
for either my cattle or the scalps of my In
dians. In either case the only immediate
danger to the little army was the danger of
a panic But this is the most fearlul dan
ger that any man has to meet in war, espe
cially in the wilderness, where the wild
beasts, where even the elements conspire to
destrov.
Captain Bodgers sat down to rest and I
went of alone to the top of a bold and tre
Vnenjlaps mountain of snow from which the
grasses and flowers of the desolated valley
could be seen. It was here that I had
rested with my two young Indians both on
.going to and returning from the scene of
massacre. We had left a letter herein
Indian characters: and as these two Indians
who had created the panic before mentioned
had probably passed this way I hoped to
find a new letter from them here. I was not
disappointed. It took some patient search,
some circuitous and tedious delay, which I
have not time to set down: bnt this is the
letter I found on the inner side of a scale of
sngar-piue bark. Bear in mind that the
sugar nine tree is always used bv the .Shasta
Indians. Ton might search the forest in
vain for any sien on any other tree than the
sugar pine. But here is the letter:
To translate this may be tedious, but it is
absolutely necessary. In the first place
then the arrow is my name. The five dots
to the left are merely complimentary adjec
tives, as if to say: "My five times hrave
and upright and five times faithful brother."
Ton see these Indians never connt more
than five. If they wish to say "six" they
simply say "live and one," and soon.
Twenty-five is told by saying five times
five. The arrow was given me as the sign
of my name because I had once been danger
ously shot in the face with an arrow. The
moon, dry and cold, and just so many days
old, is the date of the letter. And now here
is all the news; and most important it was,
as you villi see. The sign of the Modoc is
the reed, or rather the tnle; a long slim line
represents the tnle. This shows the early
history of tne Modoc on his "floating isl
ands" among the reeds andtules of the
lakes. The awkward figure looking like
a demoralized hour-glass represents'the Pitt
Biver Indians. You see they come
by time round from an immemorial cus
tom of defending themselves against inva
sion by keeping a continual girdle of blind
pits drawn around the edge of their vast
and fertile valley. As these blind pits had
sharpened elk and deer antlers at the bot
tom, to say nothing ot deadly pointed spears
set point upward, you may well understand
that they were terrible enough to give a
name to any people. And do you see here
the tule or reed, altboueh badly broken, is
thrnst downward entirely through the pit?
Xou can easily read that the battle was a
bloodv one, aud that many Modocs were
killed as well as many more of their ene
mies. And what does the awkward and helpless
and overturned heart mean? And what is
the round and hopeless little circle for?
Ah me! If I were only permitted to write of
that! It I had only contracted to write of
love, and not entirely of war in this story,
then I could tell all. But surely I may be
indulged to explain this tender little post
script to this thoughtful and Iovine letter.
Briefly, then, the year before some half hos
tile and wholly wild Indians had visited my
-camp with a w hite girl, whom they pro
posed to sell for two horses. The girl could
not talk to me, or understand a word. She
had been a captive since a babv. And as
she- did not want to come to me, and as I
'would have surely been misunderstood. I
dfd not buy her, but waited, hoping some
wbifevicn might come my way and Help me
with tWir presence and novice. And that
was all; I had never seen her anymore. But
I had kept up constant inquiry for her, and
had sent word to Lieutenant Cook, now
General Cook, and famous in many wars,
who was then in charge of the nearest mili
tary post, of the fact abont this poor white
girl prisoner. Of course when the massacre
took plao the first question in my mind
was as to the fate of the white girl who was
a prisoner among that nomadic band'of
.savages.
Sid I forget to say that she was beauti
ful? Beautiful she was as any dream of
beauty. She was ad and silent, piteously
sad. She has stood pullfng at the tasseled
tops of some tall grass at the side ot the
jmu be tuc jjiuuuii B&h va uieir ponies
foartering.r Ihatwaj .all .she .did. and said
nothing. ' She only looked at'me once out of
her great sad eyes that nearly all the time
kept looking down. And she did not speak,
ip any tongue, when I spoke to her. And
she would not come to me when I asked her
to. Nor did she give me her hand when I
offered her mine. And so she went away.
But I thought, after she was gone that
night, she did not dare show any concern or
emotion. I thought and I thought a thou
sand things, indeed. I finally offered my
young Indians the two horsis for her.
Finally I offered to give two herses for even
any information about her.
Let the fact be at once and frankly con
fessed that it is doubtful if I should have
gone down into the valley of death after the
massacre bnt for the memory and the hope
of this beautiful, sad and silent girl.
And this brings us back to the postscript
of the Indians' letter on a bit of sugapine
bark, which may be translated thus; "As
for the matter of the beautifnl girl whose
fate and sad fortune has quite turned your
tender heart upside down, we can only say
that we have learned nothing at all; and all
our search and inquiry has ended where
we began, in this narrow little circle."
And now let us return to the cold and
cruel page of war, and forget so far as pos
sible the sad face and the great lustrous eyes
that may still be seen after all these years
looking out through nearly any line ot
"The Songs of the Sierras." It is best to
try to believe that after all she was wholly
indifferent to her condition. If one could
only think of her as a hilf savage, as a
Mexican girl, as anything almost but a
sensitive, sad and shrinking captive, silent
from the very awe and calamity of her posi
tion, from the memory of a dead mother in
the grass with babes about her, the father
falling gnn in hand, dying to defend her!
Oh, the untold tragedies written in blood on
these forest leaves! Let us hasten away.
CHAPTER IV.
A 'WILD CAMPAIGN.
"Let us sacrifice to the gods, as did good
old Ulysses," said Captain Bodgers that
night as we were again about to set forward
in that dreadful march through the wilder
ness the wolves! the snow! And in imita
tion of the grand old cattle thief of the
Illiad, whom Homer allows to land and
steal upon cattle at his pleasure, we laid
horns, hides, hoof, all parts indeed that we
did not want as did old Ulysses on the
roaring log fires as we filed past in a long
and dreary black line over and through the
white snow. And if the "savor thereof
was not "sweet to the nostrils of the gods"
it certainly was pleasant to the wolves.
These gaunt and ghastly creatures had al
ready formed a circle, a slowly nar
rowing circle of white teeth, but-
the smell of roast beef and burning
hides was too potent an attraction for them
to abandon and we soon had the infinite
satisfaction of leaving the greater part of
these shaggy and sharp-toothed creatures
sitting in solemn circle around the edge of
our deserted camp, their noses and long
necks reaching forward. All night and all
next day that weary and worn line of men
struggled on in sullen silence toward the
summit of the high bald mountain, from
which the great valley with its grasses and
its gorgeous flowers could be seen. Sleds,
horses, men and most important of all even
guns and ammnnition lay along that line ot
march almost from one end to the other.
The men were too weak and worn to fight or
even quarrel among themselves any more.
And that is saying they were pretty weak.
A warm south wind had been Bouehintr
through the towering pines almost Jrom the
moment we set out from the camp of wolves.
This singular bit of good fortune saved us,
or at least many of us, from being literally
eaten alive. For the warm winds and the
melting snows drove the wolves back toward
their haunts in the high Sierras, or at least
kept them from crowding us too closely.
And now we were beset by a singular bird,
the garulous magpie. This gaudy bird of
gray and bUck and white and parti-colored
plumage had been increasing in numbers
from the day we first began this march
through the" Sierras. And now with the
warm weather they were in clouds. From
the first this'noisy and insolent bird had sat
on the backs ot our pack-animals, where
their backs were sore, and literally eaten
them alive. And now they had grown so
andacious that they would perch on even
the best of our animals and pick at their
eyes. We had to blanket and blindfold our
saddle horses to keep them from being de
voured alive by these magpies! I have
mentioned the lact that the winter had been
one of incredible severity, and this may ac
count in some sort for this plague of birds,
as well as wolves. It took us many days to
"pull ourselves together" on the summit of
that high bald mountain with the green sea
of grass rolling in billows at its base.
But how glorious was this glad face of
nature, after the long and continued and
most miserable and inglorious contact with
the face of man ! Never shall I forget those
tor any flowers; the perfume of them that
came tip to us in the snow from their frank
and open hearts. There was a fringe of yel
low on the outer line of the great green
valley. Buttercups! Millions and myriad
of millions of golden buttercups! And the
California poppy! Away out in the heart
of the valley, wheie the two rivers surging
full from the melting snows gathered their
waters from the lakes tbat almost environed
the valley, lay miles'and miles of snow
white hyacinths. This wild hyacinth is odor
less here, but it is perfect in its
beauty. In the heart of this wild white sea
of sudden-horn blossoms slowly rose the
smoke of many wigwams. Theludianshad
gathered their forces and taken: up their de
fense on one of the manv islands. This was
to be our battlefield. The plan of campaign
formed itself almost Instantly in my mind,
and that feature of the work before me was
dismissed. I did not like to think of that.
I had had enough of strife, of hard and hor
rible enmity with man. I wanted the
flowers now. I wanted peace, rest. Bnt
above all, I wanted to once more see the
sad, sweet face of that silen captive who
had been brourrht to me in my own enmn
only the year before. If I could only find
her, only once see her face, it seemed to me
that the hard campaign with these coarse
and brutal men could be forever remembered
as a golden day.
From my journal, kept regularly all this
time, but mostly in the Indian sign, as tbat
was briefer, I read that "on the first new
moon ot the third month we were camped on
snow 17 fett deep, with flowers only four
miles distant" I read further that "on the
third day of the new moon we had four
fights over my election as captain," Captain
Bodgers being deposed by the popular vote
"because he wore, or rather had worn, a
vwliit. rliiirf " TTnw flint T a fnr eanBill....
shy, frail and slender as a girl, was in full
command of thisraiserable squad of human
ity, with pickpockets and jailbirds in the
majority and, indeed, to these I owed my
election ! I set to work at once to descend
through the fast melting snow and open an
aggressive war even before the arrival of re
inforcements from the South.
By this time Bodgers, the deposed cap
tain, who-sijll wore the lading glories of the
offensive white shirt, and I nad become as
brothers.,.! told Jam ..of, -the war that "
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The March Over the Mountains.
THE
risen between the three tribes, to the exist
ence of which we surely owed the preserva
tion of this motley mob. "All Gaul is di
Vided into three parts," said Bodgers gaily,
quoting from Casar in good Latin. Does it
read strangely to you that this man, here in
these remote mountains, nearly 40 years
ago, should also have shouted out, in Greek,
the glorious cry of the Ten Thousand when
he, and he alone, stood at my side and first
saw that sea of flowers below? Well,
strange or not strange, I can only tell the
facts.
How bitter are the little feuds between
helpless little settlements and frontier
towns! And Josepbus tells us that there
never was, in all history, such hatred as
arose between the followings of John and of
Simon at the time when Titus, the son of
Yespasias, sat down in siege around about
Jerusalem. Well, in these awful enmities
read the reason and secret of our being able
to pierce the" heart of a hostile Indian coun
try, to cut through the heart of the Sierras,
indeed, at a time worse than midwinter, to
sit down at the door of a "brave aud power
ful enemy withoutfiring a single gun. The
"three cornered" war among the Indians
made our approach not only possible, but
perfectly secure, ihe .Modoc was delighted
to see us descend upon the Pitt river, while
he paid his attention to the Shasta. They
did not greatly dread us then. They did
not hate'us half so bitterly as they hated one
another.
It was indeed full blown spring when we
set foot among the flowers at the base of the
terrible spurs of Mount Shasta. The men
shouted with wild and tumultuous delight.
The horses, relieved of their loads, rolled on
the knee-deep grass; they threw their weary
heels in the air on the third day, and, like
men, began to grow impatient of peace.
Four fights I find recorded for the third
day! Indians began to hover about us.
They were tightening their lines and draw
ing their numbers in increased strength to a
solid circle, as did the wolves back in the
fearful heights of snow. The singular good
fortune ot the little army in escaping all
peril thus far had made it insolent. It was
ambitions to do battle before the arrival of
reinforcements,
"When will we fight those red devils?"
"We will fight when I get ready to fight,"
That night the mob held another election,
and there was a new captain. This time the
toughs chose one of their own number, the
best of their number, it is true. But that is
not high praise of the new captain.
We had fired a good many shots, and we
had also gathered up many arms that had
been sent us in return. But what the new
captain most desired was not a dead but a
live Indian, and who conld tell him how
near reinforcements were, and also tell the
strength and condition of hostile camps.
And with the capture of the live Indian in
view, the new captain, not at all a com
mander, signaled his election to office by
taking off his shoes and taking after and at
tempting to run down and capture an
Indian with his own hand. After that dis
cipline was utterly out of the ques
tion. Besides, we were now on quarter
rations. A secure cjmp was selected
and fortified and we sat lown to wait for re
inforcements. And w lile waiting, and
with only quarter ratiens to keep up their
strength, these gallant men certainly fought;
fought one another! And these battles were
not entirely amour the toughs either. I
had a young, fair-haired friend, a boy in
fact, and the youngest of the expedition ex
cept myself. And it become absolutely a
matter of necessity that either this fair
haired boy or Bodgers or myself should
fight one of the insolent bullies.
And so this boy finally went at his work.
He fought like a Trojan and refused to cry
out. He was beaten, mercilessly beaten;
he had expected that, but he refused to try
out, and the "tough's" friends, not so hard
at heart after all, interfered at last of their
own will and led both boy and bully, each
one blinded from blood and bruises, down
to the river bank; and as they washed their
wonnds, they praised my boy friend glori
ously for his valor.
Ah, me, my fair-haired little "Lum,"
this was long, long ago, nearly 40 years ago!
And your yellow hair, like my own," is
taking on the whiteness of the snow banks
that first knew onr friendship. But. "Lum"
Bay, I love you now as I loved you then. It
was for me, a frailer boy, you fought,
"Lum" Bay, nearly 40 Tears ago on the
bloody crass there by the bending river;
and I'try to lay this little tribute of thanks
at your feet.
Bender, do you know that oftentimes I
dislike to tell all that I might tell of these
old days? I "tell the truth," but oftentimes
not "the whole truth." The world has gone
forward far in the path of civilization since
then. Those terrific "fist fights" were as
common, and, indeed, almost as compulsory,
in those days, if you meant to maintain
yourself, as the breathing of air. And yet,
good reader, does all this assurance assure
you that I have set down here in this his
torical narrative only the truth, the clean,
cold, frozen truth? I fear not. Then let
me give you this man's name and pursuit
and place of residence. I am snre he ought
not to take offense; I know, indeed, that be
will not, although it is how more than 30
years since I have seen his face.
"Hearts don't change mnch, after all;
Men are only boys grown tall."
Believing that Dr. Holmes knew what he
was saying when he wrote this couplet, and
knowing that this stout-hearted boy loved
and trusted me when we were boys together
in battle, I know he will not be impatient
now should you write and ask him all yon
care to know ot the details, which I must
hasten over. His name and address is Hon.
Columbus Bay, President First National
Bank, Hepnor, Ore.
And now let us speed forward with the
conclusion of the war. After a ten days'
siege, starvation, fights both in camp
among ourselves and outside with savages
that hovered unpleasantly close about the
long expected reinforcements came from the
South. And then we feasted! And then we
fought a little among ourselves, testing the
metal of the new men, as it were, then
another election; then bloody work began!
For the new company had captured a small
camp of Indians, and from them learned
that there was a white woman prisoner on
one of the islands in the great valley. And
my heart was in my throat. Was it really
she? What cared I for the desolated valley
and the dead? What cared I if one or one
dozen white women still survived the
massacre? My only concern was could it be
this one whose sad and silent face I had
looked upon; this piteously beautiful girl
whom I ought to have made my own? Only
time and the god of baitle could tell.
CHAPTEB V.
THE 10ST CAEXIVE.
Let us pass hastily over the first three bat
tles by land; or rather massacres. Their
bloody details would sicken you. One
thing I may mention. We detected the
hiding place of one vastgathering of women
and childten; hiding where they perhaps
had hidden for generations while the men
went to war, by the smell of burning yew
wood. The Indian stronghold was more
than 20 miles above us on the river. One
night as we sat by our guns waiting for
dawn the pleasant smell of burning yew
wood, the sandal wood of old, perhaps,
drifted down the dcep,waters of the river
from the camp fires of the Indians. This
was followed up; the Indians fonnd; and
butchered.
Do you know that these Indians here
used the yew wood bow of which the Bible
speaks? Singular that tho Modoc, the
"yeoman" of Scotland and David's men in
the Bible should alike have used the wood
of the yew tree for their artillery!
But let us get forward to the battle in the
water. The melting snow had made the In
dians on the island more than secure up to
this time, for we had no boats. But now
the water had flowed on, and tne low and
fast subsiding condition of the spring freshet
was making the place accessible on horses.
On the last day of April we surrounded and
"stormed" the island on horseback. In
most places the water was too deep, and the
men only lost their arms and their temper
while floundering in the water. But two
places were found where horses could keep
their footing. A second charge was ordered;
the mounted imen taking only a -single pis
tol this timein hand or on head, so as to be
secure fromr water. andiAt the same time
BJnyiEieaiiriDg at long raage froaa outjthe
PITTSBUIIG- DISPATCH,
tall grass. This second charge was re
pulsed also; and not at all by the continued
storm of arrows, but because our horses sud
denly came upon spears and elk horns'and
sharp sticks that pointed outward from the
island. The water was made bloody and
rnddy from their wounds, and they refused
to go forward. At the third and final on
slanght the men stripped to the waist and
waded u their necrs, advancing from every
side and firing their pistols only, while the
men in the grass still kept firing at long
range with larger artillery.
As for mvself I sat on a horse a little dis
tance back directing the fight. Suddenly I
saw a great commotion. Then boats shot
out from every side. It was a cunning and
a most carefully planned Bcbeme and bril
liantly conducted on the part of the Indians.
It was at once seen thai they had lost all
hope of defense and had raised the old cry
"save who canl" At first onr men in the
water fell back. Then they rallied and
fought desperately hand to hand, often up
to their necks in the water.
Let it be confessed after nearly 40 years
that it was a great satisfaction to see so
many canoes filled with women andchildren
and old men dart through that band of
naked besiegers and escape to the wider
waters, the willows, the grass. But for all
that the water was 'red. It was the reading
over again the bloody page Sf Prescott; the
Aztec; Cortez and his boats on Tezcuco
the bloody water.
There was one little boat, indeed it was
only two little dry bales oi reeds lashed to
gether, as I afterward observed, that I from
the first noticed with concern. Forithelda
voting woman, a young woman who was
singularly tall and slight and supple.
There was only one other person in this
boat, a bent old man. Guided by the girl's
strong, sure hand, the strange craft got
through the besieging party and came to
land a few hundred yards from where I sat;
the girl landing first, stooping low,running
forward leading the bent old man, almost
dragging him in her swift run through the
long, green grass. I plunged forward; my
horse sank to his knees, hen to hiB belly. I
ran on after the fugitives on foot. I did not
even draw my pistol from the holster. My
misson was of love,' not of war! But alas
and alas, it was not'she! The bent old man
was badly shot and made the water in which
the rank grass stood bloody as they ran. He
fell on his back as I ran up and kicked at
me, trying to keep me back for the girl to
escape. But she refused to run.
She bent down over her father
and held his head up ont of
the water, glaring at me like a wild beast.
Her black eyes literally blazed. I turned
back and left them, trying to interrupt
some men who had caught sight of the girl,
as I got to my horse. But the beasts had
seen that the girl was beautiful. There
were some pistol shots. Then the girl was
dragged away for a worse fate than that of
her dead father there in the wet warm grass
and flowers of California. Sherman has said
is hell, and if General Sherman
had said heroes are fiends he would have
made some enemies of soldiers, but he
would have told a brave and ghastly truth.
Ont and up from the great rich valley of
grasses and flowers the army ot California
rode on the first day ot Hay, leaving not
one living Indian behind. Some of their
horses were hung with scalps, as if they had
been hung in black fringe for a funeral.
The army of Northern California, as it rode
out and up from the valley through the
glorious pines, was literally loaded down
with scalps, with plunder and with lice. I
got back to my own camp alone, and on
foot And if the printer finds this manu
script hard to decipher, let the bullet wound
and the broken arm that I carried back with
me be my excuse for its bad condition.
And that beautiful and silent lady there
alone among the savages? Never a word or
sign.
General Crook entered the valley from the
water right through the heart of the Modoc
country soon after we left the Pitt river
valley, and established the military posj
snown assort urooKtana x Happen to Know
that he made all possible effortin her behalf.
But she never was found. Her head must
be as white as snow now; from sorrow, if not
from time.
I shall go back to those pine trees this
next summer, for I have a plan in my mind
for making Mount Shasta and those stately
pines a national park. I shall ask again
and again, although never so hopelessly, for
some possible sign or. token of the beautiful
girl.
But here we are quite at the end of the
stipulated 10,000 words. My contract is
completed. The story of the war in the
wilderness which made up my life for 48
days is done.
As to the causes which led to my joining
my fortunes entirely with the Shasta Indians
at a later date I have nothing to say here.
Much less have I anything to say of our
war and battles against the insolent and en
croaching whites. It would do no good to
tell all that now. "The Indians are dead or
captive; past all help of mine or yours, you
see. So why tell their wrongs or my bovish
yet brave attempts to remedy them?
Besides tbat, who is there to witness asjto
the truth of what I should say?
The story which I have just given you
has many surviving witnesses. It is a fact
of the history of the State of California,
and the names of the best men of the State
are witnesses unto it. Let us draw the line
here and not be tempted to go farther.
Only let me say this that there is nothing
at all to conceal or even regret in my life
with the Indians. What is more, and -what
is most important, let it be borne in mind
that when the new gold fields were found in
the North, and we all joined in in them to
gether, these same men, some of whom I
had fought against to the death when with
the Indians, elected me Judge. So yon see
that these men who knew me well In the
days' of old found nothing in my boyhood
history that, they could throw against me,
even in the heated fight of politics.
One thing more, don't think all men
ignorant who love the woods. Kit Carson
was a persistent reader. He really knew
and knew well, more than most men of
books. He was an earnest man. Be in
earnest; leave off talking about the weather
and all such silly subjects, and see how
much time you may have to think and to
know.
As for myself the first work I did after
leaving the Indians was to procure a certifi
cate and teach school.
Finally, and in farewell to this, let me
give a line or two from General D. D.
Colton, the Commander of the Northern
Division of California, and the rnmminH-
r ing officer of our expedition, although not
in tne neia witn us. xnis ueneral Colton
was a great and a good man in his way and
day. The city of Colton, in Southern Cali
fornia, is of his building. You will find
his name among those of the great railroad
builders. Far back of that you will see his
name among those who bore a part in the
sad dnel in- which Boderick, of the United
States Senate, was slam. This paragraph
is from his first and only letter to me, and
is dated nearly 15 years after the campaign:
"Ye gods I And are you the boy that led
that expedition to such glorious results? I
had lost sight of you almost immediately
after it was over. And as yon never applied
for your pay I supposed you were killed. I
only found out that you are. you on reading
the triumphant description of your Songs of
the Sierras in London last spring."
That is all. Adieu, kind reader. That
is all of the 48 day:
J-.. . .1, l.-ri5.rfAJ.
vopjBflet, iaw.9yu.MgnjiMYoa.i
The Boy and the Bully.
SUNDAY, JUNE 2,
JOY IN TRIBULATION.
God's Providence Shown in the Trials
and ihe Sufferings
THATjTHE PA1THPUL1IDSTENDURE
Eight and Wrong Conception of Christian
Duty Pointed Oat.
GOOD DEEDS NEVER UNREWARDED
rwirns fob rae dispatch.2
Christ promised no escape from tribula
tion. "Ye shall have tribulation."
Christianity will not save ns from the
physical ills which beset men. The Chris
tian, when he fs sick, will be just as sick as
the Mohammedan. A fall over the face
of a cliff will break just as many bones in a
good man's body as in a bad man's. Chris
tianity sets no mark on any man's door
which will make the angel of death pass
over that house and touch no inmate of it.
Contagion and accident, the cyclone and the
fire, make no distinction of person!. Health
and disease are not measured out to men on
a basis of men's moral merits.
Neither will Christianity save us from
any of the difficulty which attends success.
Winning depends absolutely upon working.
God throws no lucky chances on Monday in
the way of him who goes to church on Sun
day. God flings no stumbling blocks before
the feet of him who cannot say the Christian
creed. God rewards the worker in propor
tion to his work. The Christian religion
does not offer itself as a royal road to wealth,
to wisdom, to prosperity, to fame; it is not
a royal road to anything except to the ap
proving benediction of God, and God does
not certify His benediction by any immunity
from tribulation. Let us understand this
thoroughly. He who breaks a physical law
will be put to pain, no matter how good a
Christian he is. He who breaks an indus
trial law will meet with loss, no matter how
regularly he goes to church.
godliness and oAnr.
Christianity is not a utilitarian religion.
The world of Christ's day was full of util
itarian religion. Outside the border of the
Jewish people, men and women who said
their prayers and served the gods, cared for
the gods only in proportion as they hoped to
get the gods to give them something. When
they were well and prosperous they had no
need, they thought, for any gods. But when
they wanted something when they were
sick and wanted strength, when they were
in debt and wanted money, when they were
in danger and wanted rescue then they
prayed vigorously. Religion was a con
trivance for getting good luck. Godliness
and gain meant very much the same thing.
The Jews themselves were not altogether
free from this utilitarian conception ot God.
When tribulation fell upon a man, they
-AT 1.A li. It t-.J 1 !J A-fL-l-
tuuugiu tuub uie uiau uuu iuvircu inuuiu
tion by some kind of evil doing. The old
argument of Job's comforter still lingered
in men's minds. If a man was sick, he had
sorely offended God. If a man was born
blind, somebody had transgressed, the man
or his parents. " If the tower fell at Silvan
the men whom only the dust touched were
good men, but they on whom the big stones
fell and crushed them the wise and dis
cerning tower had singled these men out,
and had fallen down just for the gratifica
tion of being able to fall on them.
Christ contradicted all this. He set Him
self squarely against the utilitarian concep
tion of God. He taught the providence of
God plainly. God does care, He said. Not
a sparrow falls to the ground without His
, notice; not a praver is lifted up from any
obscurest corner of the earth unheeded by
Him. God cares and God helps. Bnt not
after snch fashion as men had imagined.
Prosperity and tribulation are
IN THE HANDS OF GOD.
They come from Him. But He distrib
utes them not as men beforehand might con
jecture. Especially, He does not send
property to those who love Him, and adver
sity and tribulation to those who oppose
themselves to Him. Very often He does
just the opposite.
Ye shall have tribulation. Ye shall have
tribulation ye who have been My chosen
friends, who have given up all and followed
Me, who are doing" your best now, and shall
presently be doing better still, to do My
will and keep My word, ye who love Me,
for whom I pray and whom I love shall
have tribulation. When we have tribula
tion we come into tbat blessed company of
the friends oi Christ. We share with them
in Christ's promise. We have no reason to
believe that we do not equally share with
them in Christ's love. Do not "think, when
troubles come into your life, that God is
angry with you. Do not think when sick
ness gets you in its grip that you are feeling
the iron hand of an offended God. Do not
thinkwhen death comes into your household
and takes away the gift, leaving you in"
darkness and loneliness, that God has come
and stolen a dear treasure of yours because
He wants to give you pain or even because
He thinks pain will be good for you.
People wonder sometimes at theuniversal
ity of tribulation. Sometimes it seems as if
God does not care, but is only impartially
indifferent. The fact is, however, that God
has set certain great laws at work in this
world. These laws are the basis of the best
possible condition of existence. God knows
that. So He ministers to us through these
laws or rather, these laws are our way of
stating God's uniform way of dealing with
us. One of these laws is that whatsoever a
man'soweth that shall he also reap. In the
physical world tnis is called tne
LAW OF CAUSE AND EFFECT.
God brings this true every time. No
matter who the man is that sows seed whose
natural and necessary harvest is some kind
of tribulation, he is going to reap just tbat
kind of harvest, and no other. A good deal
of what we call tribulation is only the
steady working of this great governing
principle of God. How does sickness come?
We call it the visitation of God. Bnt what
does that mean? Does it mean that God
out of heaven has looked down into a happy
household and has said to Himself, "I will
send pain there," and straightway one falls
sick? Is that tne way it comes? I would
not like to think of the father in heaven as
dealing with us after that fashion. I do not
believe for a moment that that conception
of the visitation of God is true. Sickness
comes because some kind of seed has been
sown which grows up into jnst that sort of
evil harvest. There has been an inbreath
ing of malarious air, or an indulgence in un
wholesome food, or an overtaxing ot the
strength. God does not make anybody sick,
as one man might strike another. God does
are bnt the garnering ot some kind of seed
which somebody has sown.
In the working of this great and wise
law of God it comes to pass very often that
they who love God most meet with the
hardest tribulations. Great are the trou
bles of the righteous. Because to be right
eous means to render obedience to the
higher laws oi conduct.. Not unfreqnently
the obeying of these higher laws leads to
the disobeying ,0f some lower law. Men
have to make a choice between the higher
and the lower. Life, indeed, is made up of
snch daily and hourly choices. He who
loves God chooses
THE HIGHER OBEDIENCE.
He is at liberty to sow whatever kind of
seed he pleases; he chooses this' particular
kind of seed. He gains the harvest which
this sort of seed naturally grows into. He
loses the harvest which the other kind of
sowing would have yielded. A man who
has a space of ground to plant may sow it
with either cabbages or calla lilies, or with
both. But the' more space he takes for
callas the less he has for cabbages. He gets
more ot one, just in proportion as he loses
more of the other. " Thusall gain involves
loss. .
-. The-Christiantlatboundr:tOr,have,loss of
this.kld with' ha gite5.M CIwitkB?fer,,
1889.
example, chooses between God and Mam
mon, and a good many times he loses con
siderable money by that choice. Bome men
could quadruple their income if the; did
not render so accurate an obedience to the
law of Christian honesty. The Christian
chooses between love of himself and love of
his neighbor. That choice is pretty sure to
involve come inconvenience, some discom
fort, some added anxiety and work. Some
times it may cost him who makes it rightly
his health or his life. The Christian's
obedience to the law of brotherly love may
take hip into the midst of disease, may ex-
Eose him to the peril of 'contagien. He
reaks a lower law which forbids him to
expose himself to danger. He makes his
choice. God permits the choice to be a very
genuine one. God sets no separation be
tween danger and duty. The goodness of
the Christian's errand will not shield him
from the smallpox. The man faces that
fact. He chooses to obev the higher law in
full consciousnessoi what punishment, pain,
tribulation his disobedience to the lower
law may bring upon him. When
BEATE FATHEB DAMIEN
went in among the lepers he knew what
would be the ending of that splendid
venture. He knew that he would die a
leper's death. He did not for a moment
imagine that the God whom he served would
interfere, to deliver him from that dread
contagion. He knew very well what his
magnificent self-sacrifice would result in.
That was what made it a sacrifice. That
-was what made him a hero that perfect
knowledge of his fate. He singly made his
choice. He took the path of daty, knowing
mat tribulation lav in wait along that road,
willing to meet it like, a Christian.
All that pain came on Father Damien
just because he was such a genuine and de
voted Christian. Father Cosimo, his com
panion in the monastery, who, not being a
Earticularly zealous Christian, stayed be
ind in his safe cell and made no ventures
amoug lepers, is living comfortably there,
in all probability, to-day. Father Damien,
after a hard life, full of toil and ending in
pain, is in his grave. That is what a man
gets for being a particularly good Christian.
He gets tribulation.. That is what I said,
that they who serve God best have, very
often, the hardest tribulation.
I suppose that when Christ spoke here of
tribulation He was thinking especially of
this kind. He was thinking of the troubles
which accompany the doing of Christian
duty. "In the world ye shall have tribula
tion. Becanse in the world there are for
ever present those twin forces suffering and
sin. And the Christian, in proportion to
the genuineness of his discipleship, is cer
tain to set himself to heal as mnch as he
can of the world's suffering and to amend as
much as he can of the world's sin.
TBIALS OF THE FAITHFUL.
And that means trouble, work, anxiety,
frief of ingratitude and failure, pains of
itter opposition and enmity. That means
trioulation. In this world of suffering and
wrong the good Christian Cannot exist with
out some measnre ot thiskind of tribulation.
Accordingly tribulation, in this sense of it,
becomes a test of discipleship. You may
know what kind of Christian you are
whether of the Father Damien", or of the
Father Cosimo kind, whether ot the church
oi the Thessalonians, zealous of good works,
oi of the congregation of the Laodicean,
neither very hot not very cold, you may
know by this testing of tnbnlation. If you
are rowing up a river you may know
whether you are going ahead or are only
drifting by the splash of the waves about
the bow and by the tension of your pulling
muscles. "In the world the Christian is
pulling against the current all the time.
It is not difficult to see how tribulation in
this sense of it may be transmitted into
cheer. He who has this kind of tribulation
knows that he is getting some Christian
task accomplished. He knows that he is
effecting something. Tribnlation, indeed,
may aways mean good cheer. The word
itself suggests the blessinc; which lies be
hind the pain. The "tribulum" was the
threshing machine of the Boman farmer.
It separated the chaff from the wheat.
Tribnlation always brings its gift of bless
ing. What are the troubles of the righteous,
but in His own wise way the Lord de
liyereth him out of all. In this world ye
shall have tribulation but be of good
cheer.
God rewards spiritual obedience by- a
spiritual blessing. He delivers the righte
ous out of all his troubles; He transmutes
tribulation into cheer; but He does it not by
any prescription of medicine nor negotia
tion of loans, but by separating the chaff
from the wheat, by granting the spiritual
joy which accompanies a conscience void of
offense by uplifting the character.
THE BLESSING OF GOD.
The very highest blessing of God is char
acter; and" everybody who has had any ex
perience of life knows how tribulation helps
character. The Son of God Himself was
perfected through sufferings. His spiritual
eminence was climbed up to along the steep
and weary steps of tribulation. God re
wards spiritual sowing by spiritual reaping
always. He rewards the higher choice, rot
by giving the harvest of the lower choic3
too, but By giving the harvest of the higher
choice abundantly. In the midst of tribu
lation God gives joy by eiving strength to
bear it, by giving a revelation which inter
prets it, especially by giving a vision of
victory at the end of it.
"I have overcome the world." Sometimes
the world seems invincible-Tribulation seems
both purposeless and endless. But Christ
has overcome the world. He has met its
tribulations and changed them into tri
umphs. Trouble comes, but there is peace
behind it. Tears fall like rain, but presently
the sun shines and life, like the earth, is all
the better for tbat visitation from the
clouds. Trials crowd upon the soul as diffi
culties gather in the way of the worker, but
the trials like the difficulties mean strength,
bring their gift of growth. Tribulations
grieve us, but "be of good cheer," cries the
voice of the Master. The darkness keeps us
perhaps from seeing His face, but here is
His blessed, helping yoice, the assurance of
His love through all our troubles, the
promise of our final victory in all our
trials, the pledge of a blessed harvest alter
all sowing with weeping.
"In the world ye shall have tribulation,
but be of good cheer, I have overcome the
world." Bet. Geobge Hodges.
One for Every Day la the Week.
Boston Ballet In.
Mrs. Oldrich I was very sorry to miss
yon last week. I thought I had hitupon
vour day to be at home. Have you changed
it? Mrs. Newcome Oh, no! I have no re
gular dav. Mrs. Oldrich But your card
savs Thursday. Mrs. Eewcome Yes; isn t
it convenient? I noticed them atthe sta
tioner's. They're such a neat reminder. I
have a pack for evcrvday in the week, so
that folks will remember just what day I
called.
At the Baths.
Attendant Now jump in and take the
plunge.
Young Slimson No, no. I'm afraid of
mv heart.
Attendant Ob, jump'in! It won't hurt
you. 'titLr'fct .'. '' - !'""&,'
agYoungiSllmscn-My'ldear fcllow.;l'anot
iJKiYoung Sllmi
rMStMraftlU
DEESSIN& AS AN ART.
French Ideas and Spanish Grace Ap
parent in the Summer Gowns.
CHEAP, YET PBfcTTY COSTUMES.
BMrley Dare Telia flow to Remove Freckles
and Gives Useful Hints
ON IMPE0T1NG THE COMPLEXION
rCOKRISPOXDEXCE OF THE DISPATCH.!
Netv YORE, June 1. Dress as an art be
gins to be felt instead of dress as a vanity,
and French ideas and Spanish grace have
a marked influence in New York streets.
The women who study fashions most closely
and effectively are those from the West and
South, where foreign sensibility blends
with English correctness, though it seems
as if any particularly striking fashion
proves to be of English origin. The dress
parades of New York women Wednesday
and Saturday afternoons between 4 and 6
show such a brilliance and fertility of
toilets that I prefer the sight to the mati
nees. Sunday, of course, till the swell
people go out of town, shows the highest
dress after church hours, on Fifth and Mad
ison avenues, when all the clever dressmak
ers go out to catch the last ideas in fashion.
But Sunday always seems meant for some
thing better, and one wants a change from
the rest of the week the housekeeping and
the moneymaking and the lovemaking and
dressmaking space for the touch which has
all the fervor and grasp of these things and
can make us forget them all for a while.
I like to go to Grace Church because it is
so democratic in its costumes, the women of
fortune mostly dressine,like Spanish ladies,
in black, and the rest very simply. China
silks and even satines figured chiefly last
Sunday. Think of it! wearing a cotton
satine dress to church, and one of the
wealthiest chnrches in.the metropolis, too.
I wonder how many women in Shagbark
Center would wear a cotton gown on Sun
days? Bnt I began to tell abont
A SCBPBISIXG PLAID DRESS,
out after matinee one day, a large, bright
plaid of orange-tan and ecru, so taking that
every third man on the streets turned his
head to look after it. I vowed to see the
face of the woman who could wear such a
gown on the street, let her be what she
might, and started on a walking match, the
plaid over a block the start, a good walker
and evidently with an object. But one can
walk pretty fast at a smooth gait without
seeming to, and eight, nine blocks I followed
with that glowing gown in view. It was
matched as only a ladies' tailor can match
plaids, and the glare taken off and the
French touch added by a fringe of the two
colors on the apron drapery. Finally the
costume turned in at Daly's, where Bosina
Vokes is playing,' and I had a sight of a
frejh-faced English girl, talking with a
shell-pink blonde after matinee.
I have a sound impression tbat the dress
was not finished in time, for the service I
mean the play and the basting threads
were pulled out just in time to allow the
wearer to join her friends for the park
drive. One had a good deal more respect
for her after seeing her frank, healthy,
good-humored face than from a rear view ot
her meteoric figure. But this is a specimen
of the surprising plaids, which cross the
water from Trnuville to Brighton and
thence to this side. There was one dress on
the way. in red and navy blue handker
chief plaid, even larger than the orange
tan, but looking quite a contrast with it.
Snch dresses will do at the seaside, where
the throng is brilliant, but it takes English
nerve to wear them.
THE KEW JtrNE GOW2T3
on review, just before their owners leave
town, are soit and brilliant in effects, with
out beinggaudy, and are a standing tempta
tion to the average fashion writer to waste
the crushed pearls andrubi's which she em
ploys in her ink to such iridescence of
language! that one cab only exclaim, with
the Carlylemaidt "Oh, my, how expensive!"
To compare the descriptions with the gowns
disillusionizes. A pale, proud Undine, who
has found her soul, but guards its secrets
well behind her close-shut lips, in a dress of
tbe faintest, grayest, dreamiest green sum
mer flannel at 48 cents a yard, a foam of
lace falling at the throat and against the
gloves of pale green, lace from the bargain
sales at 10 cents a yard I bought some my
self and it was pretty and the hat a scarf
of gauze held in place on the crown of yel
low hair by heavv white water lilies with
golden hearts. That won't do!
Green tulle and white water lily bonnets
are distinct Bowery style. No woman who
has any regard for herself ever puts herself
in rivalry with Easter lilies or water lilies
any more, because it fs a little two preten
tious, like the hfe white ostrich plume on
the black velvet hat, You can't buy a
water lily that looks natural on anything
but cotton cambric, for love or money.
A FORTUNE IX BROCADES.
Then the tall slender woman with a lot of
fair hair, caught with gold pins, fold on
fold against her head, in a coat of rich dark
green brocaded siik, whose every button is
a fortune in itself, with its enameled medal
lion set in a border of old silver, and the
long Louis XIV. waistcoat of rare old bro
cade, in whose vines lurk every tint and hue
that sunset shadings ever knew, so blended
that they are dazzling. The skirt is scant
to skimpiness, but the slender hips are lithe;
shapely limbs make some exquisite changes
in their swift, changing positions that quite
'reconcile one to the fashion. I know all
about those gold hairpins. They are hard
to find in New York at less than 25 cents a
paper, and I import mine from Boston at 2
cents a paper whence I also get all envel
opes and note paper, vertivert root and hot
pourre.
Boston is the place to buy notions and
niceties of this kind. The enameled but
tons are high, $17 a dozen at Denning's, and
a third off on Sixth avenue, but that would
be a fortune to some people. One would
suppose the past centuries had never worn
out anything from the stock of "rare old
brocade," ready to be produced on any and
every occasion by sempstresses. But
ladies who have the good luck to own any
"rare old brocade," ladies like Mrs. El
bridge Gerry or Mrs. Eastman Johnson or
Miss Furness, usually lend it to exhibitions
and take care of it, in place ot wearing it
out in long waistcoats.
BEADTfPYING THE FACE.
Recipe for Toilet Preparations and Other
Information far Ladlei.
E. D.-?f he toilet mask will not cure pimples,
nor Is vaseline good for them except as a dress
ing for raw. Irritated surfaces. E. says: "1
have been taking arsenical wafers since March
and tbey have done me no good, so if yon will
tell me something to cure pimples quick, I
don't care what it is." Try first this wash:
Half ounce powdered borax, one ounce
glycerine one'qoart camphor water. Mix and
wet the face with it twice. a day, leaving It to
dry on, then wash off In soft water. If after
using a fortnight no .relief is found, wash the
face with strong soft soap at night and apply
powdered sulphur wet with spirits of camphor.
Xt the paste stay on all night, wash off next
morning and rnb the face with vaseline. Bathe
with hot water and soap dally.
To make white eyebrows a better color, wet
with strong black tea frequently, say 20 times a
day, and let it dry on.
Nana wants tbe quickest way ot making the
hands and wristaplnmp. Soax them in a bowl
of hot oL ve oil before sleeping and wear loose
castor gloves all night. In the middle of tbe
day rub the hands and wrists briskly ten-minutes,
first one hand a moment, then the other,
and rub well With warm perfumed oil. Soaking
the hands in warm milk also nourishes -and
whitens thna.d . fc -
SMrs. M; K. H. writes tbat Sbo Das always had
a lovely cohk1x1oh till 48 years of age,' bet te
lri talnnlM'tnnit'aml t lda 'mv."
LLged.wHh aMtiWBtw'-" '
She has used beer as a tonic, and wishes to
know what will take Its place. Jt is not singu
lar for the complexion to change after 40, but
care will preserve its youthful fairness. Hot
baths three times a week, coarse bread and
cereals added to the usual fare at each meal,
electricity In moderation, and unrermented
grape jnlce as a tonic In place of maltltaaors
will probably remedy the complexion, and cer
tainly impruve tho health. The elastic face
mask might remove the down on the cheeks,
otherwise a coarse ot treatment for the removal
of superfluous hair will be necessary.
FOE XKFIiAMED EXELIDS.
E. S. Jr. "My eyes are a very light bine and
the eyelids are inflamed. Is there anything to
Improve themf Vigorous exercise to stir the
circulation will darken the color of the eyes.
For the inflammation baths the lids as often
as possible with this eye water: Twenty grains
sulphate of zinc to one-half pint distilled
water, which will be put up at any druggist's.
Also take an aperient, compoundvrhnbarD
pills, or compound licorice Dowder. for which
jrou most ask the druszlst also. Directions for
taraxacum and charcoal have been already re
pented. Miss Jteay has had a very clear white skla
with plenty of color till the last year, and her
face fa covered in parts with small white spots
not as large as pimples. Is apt to eit rich food,
and l-i inclined to grow stoat, which she dreads.
It is rather hard to leave oil all the good things
to eat, and one most be careful to keep all tho
discharge of the system free to carry off
wastes. Use only coarse bread, pie crust and
biscuit made of whole meal, eat very slowly,
use no lard or sodden fried food, take acid
drinks often, and work bard oat of doors tbret
or four hoars daily, and one may eat dainty
food without being harmed by It. For thi
white pin-head pimples pierce with a needle
and press oat the contents. Tub tar soao on thr
face and let it dry. and wash off with hot wa
ter. Take Seidlitz powders. Seltzer aperient
or Vichy daily for a week or ten days, using
coarse food all the time at each meal, and a
glass of grape jnlce or lemonade for breakfast,
and see if color does not improve and flesh
lessen. Let "Gratitude" pursue the sams
treatment.
A Header "What shall I do to make my
face plnmpT I weigh 133, but look as If I did
not weigh 120. I eat a great deal of oatmeal,
eta, but it don't seem to make any difference."
The treatment for such cases by the schools of
physical culture Is to rub and work the lower
cheeks 10 to 20 minutes each half day. Rubbing
them with sweet oil at night restores plump
ness, when used with the exercise. Worktha
jaws up and down, as if eating, with the month
shut, ten minutes at a,time. Also lift the chin
as high as possible and drop it, 100 times at
each exercise. This treatment should be kept
up three months to see any marked change.
EEMOTING FBECKLES.
Marie A., J. P. S., Bine Eye3, and a dozen
others desire the shorlest way of removing
freckles. Try first, poulticing the face with a
bread and milk poultice or almond paste worn
overnight to soften the skin, then wash, dry
and rub the face with a freshly cnt lemon, al.
lowing the jaice to dry on the face, repeating
the application of lemon as often as dry for two
hoars, and the whole nerf ormance for a week.
Or mix a spoonf nl of best powdered mustard
with enough lemon jnlce to make a thick pasta
and add a teaspoontnl of almond olL Mix well
and apply to the face, night and morning, till
the skin smarts. In,a few days tbe scarfskin
comes off, and the freckles leave with it. When
they disappear wash the face five times a day
with borax water, a teaspoon of borax to a tea
cup of water. Rub tbe face with cold cream,
or sweet cream, after these applications, to re
lieve any irritation
Greasy faces indicate poor circulation In the
ret or tbe skin. Tbey demand hot baths, fric
tion of the bodv daily, and are well treated by
saturated solution of camphor In alcohol, with
which the face should be frequently. wet, al
lowing It to dry on. Also bathe with tbe vine
gar In which horseradish is steeped, wasbineit
off when it smarts. A detersive cream which
renews the skin completely Is of great use in
this ailmont.
To save time all persons desiring any article
mentioned In these letters will please write ma
personally. It is easier to order things sent to
people tnan toanswerthe scores of letters of in
quiry for business addresses, etc I must de
cline to pass judgment on the merits of adver
tised cosmetics. X recommend none bat those
X believe entirely safe and useful, out cannot
undertake to decide npon all others. Inquiries
cannot be answered "In next week's paper." as
the article Is in type before snch letters are re
ceived. Shxrixt Dasx.
PLAIED HIMSELF FREE.
The Adventure ef a Itasalnn Pianist Wh
Wnnted to Go to GennanrJ '
Newport Sun.
Arthur Friedheim, the famous p limit, .
wished to cross the western Bussian bort
recently for the purpose of filling his en
gagements to play in several German cities.
As a Bnssian subject he was obliged to
go through all sorts of formalities
with Bussian officials before leaving
the country. Two weeks before the data
of his first concert he asked the Cap
tain of the city of St. Petersburg, where he
was stopping, to ask the Governor of
Livonia to ask the Mayor of Pernaa, where
he was born, for the consent of the Pernaa
police to the departure of ArthurFriedhelm
to Germany. Of course, the Mayor and tha
police of Pernaa had nothing against Mr.
Friedheim or his concert tonr in Germany,
and they said so in a letter which they sent
to the Captain of the capital by return of
mail.
Owing to the wretchedness of the Livc
nian mail service, this answer was rtranded
in a fourth-rate postoffice a few miles from
Fernau and, lay there four weeks. At the
end of the second week Mr. Friedheim had
broken two engagements to give concerts in
Germany. At the end of the third week
he had. broken four engagements and was
receiving telegrams by the store from Ger
man theatrical managers -.Thorn he bad dis
appointed. The fourth week brought tele
grams and demands for an explanation, but
no letter from Fernau.
Friedheim was in despair, and he resolved
to cross the border withoufT passes. He
tried it, was arrested, and was taken before
tbe chief of the district, who sent him to
prison, after confiscating his papers. In
Friedheim's pocketbock were a package of
his visiting cards ana several newspaper
criticisms of his playing. The chief con
cluded that he had caught the murderer of
Arthur Friedham. He had Friedham,
whom he suspected of murdering him
self and confiscating his own papers,
doubly ironed and doubly guarded.
After protesting and appealing for a
whole day, Friedheim got an audi
ence with the chief. He reiterated iu
vain the statement that he was Arthur
Friedheim, thepianist. The chief wouldn't
believe him. Finally Friedheim begged to
be allowed to prove h'is identity by playing.
Tne cniet, wno was someming oi a uiu
sician, consented. Friedheim was marched
through the street to the chiefs house be
tween two soldiers and was Set down before
a piano. He played the second Bhapsodie
of Liszt As soon as he finished, the chief
removed the guard, saying: "Now I know
you are Friedheim." The pianist was re
leased on his promise to return to St, Peters
burg for his passes.
Upon his arrival in the capital Friedheim
found the letter from Pernau and his other
papers ready for him. Four days later he
began playing in Germany, with a record of
seven broken engagements behind him. Tha
official red tape, ot which he was a victim,
so disgusted him with the Government of
the Czar that he has declared his intention
to give up his Bussian citizenship to become
a subject of Emperor William IL.
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