ITW- IS tha cloud when the world is all light if we will but see the light ?" "And books will not help you to see the light?" "Hold a book op before your face contin ually and how much light can you see be yond that book?" said the old man ear nestly. I heldmy head and began to try to think; and he quietly continued : "No, the world has run all to words; as a luxuriant garden runs to weeds in the au tumn; the press, the pulpit, words, words, words." I could but recall the protest of Christ against "much speaking" as the kindly old man concluded and sat silent. I began to recall that wisdom and enduring words were born of the desert and desolate places; that the ten commandments came down to us out of the most savage mountain I had ever seen; that Christ grew to manhood in the woods of Nazareth; that the Koran was written on storm-bleached bones in a cave; that the face of God was seen in the desert only of old; and that it was only to a house less Lo r on the desolate plains of Shinar, where he lound only a stone for a Billow, that the ladder of heaven was let down. "The one main duty to man is to convince him that death is a thing not o be feared, but, in its ordinary course, to be desired above all things," said -the master of the quiet little school, and he contioued : "To convince him of this he must be convinced of his immortality. He must not only be convinced of hisimniortality, but he must be convinced that he begins life in the next world precisely where he leaves off in this; that in this way, and this way only, is it possible for a man to really 'lay up treasures in heaven.' "And to convince a man of his immortality and of the preservation of all his 'treasures in heaven,' the best that is in him and all that is in him must be developed. In order that all his senses may be developed he must return to nature and nature's God. Why should the silly sheep have senses of sight, smell, taste superior to our own? Why should even a dog be able to look a man in the face, or even smell is footprint, and know more about him in a minute than a man may learn in a year? Hot a year ago, while spending the night among the cattle that I might learn from them, I saw some of them rise id and move aside and look, asif they saw God or angels pass; or as if Christ bad come again to companion with the beasts of the stalls." The old man was silent a time. Then, as none of his companions spoke, but all seemed inclined to listen lurther, he went on. "Thousands of years ago we knew that man met God and the angels face to face; but in possessing the earth, grasping after gains, gomg out to battle, cultivating only the sense of acquisition and ot destruction, man has fallen even Lehind the brute in the finer senses ot vision and apprehension ot tne beautilul and good. But here at last, alter all the ages of blackness and brutality, map finds place and time to sit down and medi tate in silence and soberness and live bythe precepts of the Sermon on the Mount." He a;ain rested and waited for the words of others. As no on; spoke the master said to them, "you do well to meet daily, to meditate continually. For never had man such responsibility; because never had man since that other Eden such opportunity. You do well to leave behind you all books; the dreary history of continuous crimes and bloodshed on the one hand, and the weary round of lengthened prayers for impossible things on the other hand. I admit that you have a right to be happy, continually happy, as vou are here; nay, more, Iassert that it is not only our right to be happy, but it is vour duty to be happy, but beyond this lies the boundless duty of the world. Let us follow the footprints of Christ so that oue may in some tar fair day overtake Christ, and then will the sad and weary world fol low in our footprints and be glad and be good. Let us cultivate our senses by pure and peaceful and unselfish lives, till we at last have the discernment of dumb brutes. Let us teach the world that if it will only lift up its lace from money getting on earth it may see God in heaven." CHAPTER XII. "I am going to the hospital before break fast to-morrow; it lies some 40 miles out in the mountains; we go by electric glass train; glass and electricity, a contradiction you wiil say, but come; no noise, no motion, will vou go?" "Gladly." "But," and here she was sad and thought ful, "this is a sad case lam going out to look after. The woman is. or was, a bosom friend of mine, a princess by birth, and when in the world, the struggling world, as vou know it, she was alw ays very ambitious of distinction. Thinking hertelf cured of that, or rather hoping to become quite cured of it here, she came to me only a vear ago. But alas! In less than a year after arriving here she grew again ambitious, and desiring my place as director or governor of the community, she even grew so desperate as to tell a falsehood to some others, who, like herself, had newly come and had not yet grown strong." "And she was detected? The plot discov ered, lortunately, before she had grown for midable?" "Oh, no! Not detected. Not nearly so bad as that. She came and told me the next day. And she then went and told all to whom she had talked, and then when the court sat in judgment she stood up and made public coufession. Then she con demned herself to the hospital for half a year. I begged the judge that she should not be permitted to sentence herself so se verely; but the judge thought the punish ment none too hard, and so let her go to the hospital the lull time tor which she had sentenced herself." ".For which she had sentenced hersell?" "les, you see our hospital here for mental maladies and physical ailments is the same. We try to be even more gentle with those who have maladies of the niiud than those who have ailments of the body; tor a man may lose a limb, and yet if his mind is clear be does not sutier nearly as much ns one with an afflicted mind. For the mind must iuclude all the body; but the body does not necessarily include the mind entirely. Be sides, n mental ailment, rare with us fortunately, is much more subtle and hard to master than a physical pne Take this case fur example. For generations back her family, a most noble Polish one, has been bitterly impoverished. And you can easily 6ee how with their pride and povcrtr to gether they transmitted their misery to this poor friend of mine who is now serving out her time in the hospital." I may mention here, however, that I found the "hospital" a sort of summer watering place; not a Saratoga or a New port, however. It was a Christian place; not uoisy in the least or devoted to any sort of flash or tinhorn foliy to attract attention. All the invalids, mental or physical, from down in the valley were here. The new mothers were in a similar retreat a little further on. I fonnd many people com ing and going. These fragrant pine groves being cooler and the airmore salubri ous aud invigorating than in the great valley below. All the mental sick, "con victs" we call them in our cities in Chris tian lands, kept themselves at some sort of work in attending on the physical sick. And vet the numerous visitors kept heaping attentions on the "convicts;" more atten tions indeed did they receive than those who only had bodily ailments. And this I was told is always the case here. For example, on the day of my visit my friend, the bare footed priest, brought a big watermelon under his arm all the way from the city lor a doctor, an old-lashioued practitioner, who had made the almost fatal mistake of pre scribing physic instead of fruit, and had for this condemned himself to 60 davs in the "hospital." I was so enchanted with the humanity, the heart, the real Christianity in all I saw here that my whole soul was filled with exultation at the possibilities of tbe future. "Yqu will have a city here, such a city in magnitude aud glory as the world has never seen," I said as we walked the hospital grounds together. Pausing tor a moment, she raised her head and answered: "It is possible. But I abhor cities. Cities as a rule should not be." Tneu the said after a moment's silence: "True, we must have centers. Each division ot the earth, natural or artificial, great or small, must have a common center, a heart, the hands, the feet, all have their functions, and they ail have laws of health. No, I would sweep cities, as cities, from the face of the earth. Sword and flood and flame have been'against cities from the first dawn of history. Pestilence, the very hand of God, has ever been timed against all great cities. Children die in cities, men and women are dwarfed in cities. No great man has ever yet been born in a great city. A city is a sin and a shame, a crime against the human race. Each man must have his acre, his vine aud fig tree, his place of re treat, his grove, his temple.his shrine where he may pray.may meditate, may be all him self." On returning to the hospital I found the good man of the moccasin there. Not to be outdone, the Itcv. Dr. "Ward, of the First Episcopal Methodist Church, whom we left in the cornfield, wearing a sandal and a moccasin, had brought a bagof green corn ,in the cars, and from the station on his back, Tor another "convict." This last named criminal was a hard-shell Baptist preacher, who had been guilty of riising his voice in violent debate with the Episcopal minister in favor of some special tenet of his creed, and for this had sen tenced himself to ten days in the "hos pital." In the cool of the evening we all took the cars lor the city. "As time goes by," said my good angel on our descent to the city, "we shall have much less mental sickness. Take, for ex ample, this poor friend of mine, who hap pily is now about to be restored to us entirely healed, had she and her ancestors as welf, been born and reared in these restful ways no such sickness would ever have over taken her." "As lor bodily sickness, that is our own fault But death, all know, is not to be avoided, and should not be undesirable. But I surely think that mental sickness can be swept from thp earth. You remember the poor, nude idiots who used to swim out to us every few days as we sailed up the Nile? They call these poor creatures God's people there, you remember, and they feed them and care for tbem as best thev can. "We, that is civilized Europe and America, lock them up! But out here we hope to go back to first causes and help nature to make the crooked straight, "Bodily illness," she continued, "is not to be wondered at when we consider what man has done, and is still doing, in most of the world to destroy himself. Look at France! Russia! Sixteen hours of toil in all sorts of weather, and such food! Food that is not fit tor wild beasts! Still, man must have exercise if he would have a healthy body. While in prison I observed that all who were confined esteemed a few hours of exercise in the open air above their bread. Every man, as a rule, who is shut up in prison spends from 4 to 10 hours daily in pacing up and down. So it became clear to me that man's body demanded at least six hours' exercise. Less than this would be fatal to his health. A great ex cess of this would weary him, tax him too heavily, and so leave a loophole by which disease might enter." "Now, we find here that one hour of work in the fields and gardens by each man will more than feed us. This amazes you, I know. But we are actually compelled to restrict each man to a certain number of hours in the week!" "Then he may do 24 hours work in a month, or 24 days of a European laborer's work in a whole year, and so have anything heart can desire and an equal right in ail this property?" I asked. ' "If he does that work daily, yes. But we allow no crucifixion of the body; uo task master herel Amin goes forth each morn ing after his coffee and chocolate, does his one hour or more of work under tbe direc tion of a foreman of his owu election, and then back to his own house, where he may spend hours among his bees, birds, roses, vines, with bis children, and in all the other delightful things that go to refresh mind and body and make interesting the acre that has been set apart by the community as his home. After that tbe bath and the great public breakfast. Here tlia Commonwealth claims him once more entirely. It now de mauds his undivided attention aud time for the rest of the day. The breakfast hall is the great schoolhousc Our most eloquent and most able men in turn, rise in their places each morning and lor hours we are instructed, educated, not in nonsense as in so many schools, or bombast as at the break fast table in Europe and America, but in that which is good to hear and to know. No forcing of God upon our attention with that effrontery which drives men from the doors of the church; no foolish praise of this man or that; we are eating our owu bread which we have but that day earned, we owe no man anything, and we would not like to pay him with inlsome praise even if we did. For truth is our good angel, and we try to follow her as vre follow God." CHAPTER XIIL Shortly after this as the weather grew warmtr in the city, we once more visited the pleasant hospital among the cool and re freshinc pines on the mountain side. And here we walked and we, talked as before. But I am compelled for want of space to cut out nearly all she said on that occasion. I recall that after we had paused in our walk she suddenly said: "Would you care to walk a little further on, among the pines?" She said this seriously, looking in my face in a quiet and inquiring way, and for answer I moved on with her and walked at her side in silence. Half an hour, up a hill and over the hill, through the tail open pines, and 1 saw be lore us in a wooded depression in the land scape, through' which a little mountain stream wound in the long, strong grass, a few scattering graves, where roses grew in careless profusion. Some deer n ere feeding on the Uope of the hill a little beyond. And beyond these, higher on tbe sloping hill where the pines stood dark and dense; I saw what at first seemed to be large old-fashioned marble tombs. "No, they are not tombs," she said toftly. "These are simply long heaps of sweet smtlliug pine wood, corded up and kept ready for some ot those men and women of advanced thought whom we have among us." "Funeral pyres?" "Even so. Yoa will understand that here with us in this new order of things there is nothing arbitrary. Minds of all men have different degrees of development. Some have ascended high; come higher still; while many of us still stand at tbe bottom ot the hill aud see the plane of lite only forever from the dead level of custom. And so each looks at life -and death, also, from his or her own standpoint. Some of us still want priests to lean upon, some of us still at times are weak enough to want to worship idols, or even the golden calf, and so, in so far as it is not really harmful to the soul, all of us are to be indulged. For every secure step beyond must be of grad ual ascent; because there is danger ot the weak growing weary, of turning back, or faltering by the wav," "Ah, I see. Here conspicuously in the front are the graves of those who claim at tention even in the tomb." "That is it," she sadly answered, as she looked above and on up the hill beyond into the deep darksbadows! "But up yonder in the silence and obscurity the remains of those who have outgrown such folly, like Charles Dickens, Lord Houzhton, and others, who begged Jor simple burial, are laid on tbe fragrant wood as soon as may be after the breath leaves the body in the same garments, in garments in which death finds tbem; a flasb, a flame, and they are of the clouds." To be Concluded 2fezt Sunday. Copyright, 1891. Kisslog the Foodies. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. A distinguished Viennese- medical au thority has just announced the rapid spread, in Austria-Hungary, of a new disease, hav ing its origin in the osculations offered by small lap-dogs to their imistresses. These pets, by kissing their lair owners' faces, im part a disease germ known as tbe cistercus, which eventually finds its way to tbe liver and other organs, lhe mortality in Vienna and elsewhere from this cause, among ladies of high social position, is reported to be very great, THET UNDER A DELUSION. Some Literary Lights Discuss the - International Copyright. A GREAT FUTURE FOR GEKITJS. Eoit They H.yo Fared Cp to Date With the Great rablishers. SOME STARTLING PLOTS UNFOLDED WBITTEN FOB THI DIsrATCH.3 ' We discussed the international copyright while we sat at dinner in the little back room of the restaurant where we had met by accident about 6 o'clock of a rainy evening. We were all authors American authors, if you please and all of us had suffered by competition with the distinguished gentle men on the other side of the water, who had been writing gratuitously for American publishers. Oh how we had suffered in that wayl One had only to look at us to see it. - The place Is much frequented by literary people, especially in the latter part of the week, before payday comes round on the big newspipers. We are well known there and can "hang up" our checks. We always fisy them, of course; we make enough to ive on; but somehow it doesn't last through the week. It is a curious financial problem. We appear to be running a race with Satur day noon. Some of us are gaining on it, and some of us are losing ground. I know a man who used to begin to "hang up" his checks on Wednesday nights, and pow he doesn't have to begin until Thursfinv nights. Laboring Un.de- o Delusion. By 19 years of steady economy he has gained a day. I know another man who Tost 30 days and his credit in less than a quarter of that time. A judge afterward gave him the 30 days, but he has never re covered the credit. Kven Flavors the Coffee. We arc so literary that we bavi imparted a literary flavor to" this restaurant It has gradually taken the place of all other flavors in the coffee and tea. We discuss literary subjects, and, as I said before, on this particular occasion, we discussed inter national copyrigh', "I understand tat Wigglcby & Co. are to print nothing bin American worts now," said Collins. "That ought to give some of you a chance." "Observe," said Baker, in my ear, "that Collins doesn't so much as hint that it will give him a chance. He wants us to under stand that he has a market for all the stories he can write," "Has he?" I whispered. "Yes; for all he can w ite. He couldn't write one to save his life." "I've a great mind to try Wiggleby& Co. with 'The British Hog,' said-Calahan. "It's a satirical novel, and I've heard that he wants some good humorous work." Baker (aside) -"That bars out 'The Brit ish Hog." " "Have you read the manuscript?" I asked him, in a low voice, asCalahau turned to Collins. "No." replied Baker, "but he invited me to dinner and we had 'The British Hog for desert. He read it all. I think. I became unconscious at the end of thefourfh chapter, but I understood he finished it. I meant to 'put you on.' He carries the manusoript done up in blue paper; and if he comes into your office with a bundle of that de scription, get out, if you have to.use the fire escape." Letters From Publishers. "Has he ever had anything published?" "No; but he has some very courteous let ters from several of the best, houses, declin ing his work. So have I and you know what a chump I am." "I believe I gave you a. hint of theTjlot of my story," said Calahan to Collins. "You would hardly have thought from that how finely the plot developed. You re- Did Any of Tltem Jiaye a Novel J'ublithcd t member th it my leading character was a young titled Englishman" Collins tilted his chair back againit the wall "who falls in love with an American heiress, but the truth is (and I have cleverly bronsht itfbnt) that all he wants is ner money. That makes a good situation at the start.and" Collins closed his eyes "insures, the-.interest of the' reader at the very beginning. Then there, are strong incidents and u good deal of in cidental humor, for instance, when the Englishman comes across to America and meets the girl's father, a wealthy pork packer in Chicago. 'I love your daughter,' says my lord, "I hope you understand me.' Perfectly,' replies the penetrating Ameri can parent, 'you're the sort of goods I've dealt in all my life.'" Collins' cigar fell from his lips. He awoke with a start. Everybody laughed to see him rub his eyes and "bunt for the still lighted cigar in the lolds of his capacious vest. Calahan took our merriment as a de served tribute. He addressed us all, though he still pretended to be talking to Collins confidentially. "I'll just sketch the plot to .you briefly. When I get my lord tbo duke to Ameri ca" Couldn't Stand Everythlnc;. "By Jove!" said Collins,, pulling out his watch aud pretending to be "alarmed, "I've got an engagement at the-Fifth Avenue in five minutes. Sorry to leave you, boys." He pulledt on his overcoat. Calahan looked disappointed, but be brightened al most immediately, remembering our laugh, ter. "I think the leading idea is a first-class thing," he said, "and" "But it's a little worn, Cal, my boy," said Hastings. "American authors have to keep up with the times in this country of hustlers. Now, I've an idea for "a story " "I knew he had," whiskered Baker, "but PITTSBURG. DISPATCH, I cherished a faint hope that we might es cape it." "which is right up to date. All this talk about Dr. Koch and the bacilli has prepared the public lor good fiction on the subject." "If the public demand isn't satisfied with the foreign dispatches you've been writing, Hastings," said Baker, "there'n no use in trying them with self-confessed fiction." "No; but this is a good thiug," said Hastings. "My leading character is an in genious Yankee doctor, who is called to at tend Jay Gould. While he is studying the Little-Wizard's case he discovers and iso lates the haccillus of financial success. Ob, I'd like to write a description of that bug. Well, he inoculates himself with it and gets a mild attack, during which he collects his ((h'jlinWn riiJ5iP l"!?"'!". jeSL'aU- F.N Tf4- an Hanging Up Their Checks. bill from Jay. Afterward the thing acts like a vaccination nnd he can't make a dol lar to rave his life." Everybody Had Been Vaccinated. "I guess we've all been vaccinated that way," said Kichards, as he wrote his name on his check aud asked the waiter to carry it to the desk. "Has Hastings ever made success at fic tion?" I asked Baker. "I thought his idea for a story was rather good." "Snccess!" cried Baker. "He makes $100 a week in space, and not a paragraph, not a line, not a word, by jingo, that he ever wrote had evea so much as a rag of the gar ment of truth clinging" to it. Fiction? Did you read his dispatches when Senator Bed loe was dying and he was sent up to watch the case? Why, sir, he took a medical dic tionary and began with A, and he killed Bedloe with every fatal disease mentioned as far down as J, and his story on jaundice was printed the very morning that menin gitis carried the old man awav. Hastings said it was lucky Bedloe didn't wait, for he'd have worked down to meningitis finally, and, if he had, it would have ruined his reputation as a liar. Books? No, sir. Why should a man with an imagination like bis allow a shark of a book publisher to rob him?' Building on the Copyright. Arthur Little here interrupted us to say that he thought international copyright would help young American authors a good deal. He was in hopes that be 'ore another year had passed he might afford to get a hetter flat. He would not aspire to a heated flat, but he hoped to get one that could be heated without including all out doors in tbe calculation Tor coal. At present the cracks in the side of the house where he lived were almost big enough to make it dangerous for tbe children to play near the wall, lest thev should fall out into the street. He had several stories in publish ers' hands already, and one of them (a gen tleman named Buzzard) had told him that if he'd pay for the paper, composition and bindii'g, nnd guarantee a circulation or 1,000, his book would be issued immediate ly. He had rejected the terms, and the publisher had done tin- same act lor the story. Littleowncd, however, that he had been tempted because he had never bad anything printed outside a newspaper, and he would really like to see his name on the cover. "Can he write?" I whispered to Bake . "No," was the answer, "but he's one of the best copy-readers in town. He's the best man on the staff who can remember the names of the men who mustn't be mentioned in the paper." Cutting Off the French. "There's one thing I thank fate for in connection with this copyright business," said Scwerly, "and that is that these French fellows will have less show to monopolize the market with their vile trash. Why, I've got a story. You know the plot, Lit tle. I'll just run it over to these other fellows." . "Not right after dinner, Joe," said Little, turning pale, "wait a while. I've got to go, anyway." He rose hastily, and put on his overcoat So- did Hastings and the others, except Baker and myself. Sewerlv followed Hastings and I heard the latter say, "Wait til! I light another cigar, Joe. Tobacco always strengthens my stomach." "Baker," said I, "did any of those men ever get a novel printed?" "No, and they never will," he replied. "You knew I used to be a doctor beiore I took. to drink. Well, .sir, it's my opinion that the terribly hard pressing work those feliows do brings on what is known as gen eral paralysis of the insane, accompanied by the usual delusions of grandeur. They all imagine that they can write. So do I. It's a clear case with me." "So it i3 with me," said T. sadly. "The feeble offspring of a mind that can produce no other brood,show themselves to my judg ment frequently clothed in magnificent at tire magnificent until I touch it, when it falls to dust, showing the weak, distorted frames it covered. But, Jim, I am better off than the others," and I pressed his hand while the delusion1 of grandeur seized upon me afresh "for I've sold a novel." Hope for Bis Progeny. 'You don't mean it. Howdy!" "Yes, I have. Sold it to Wiggleby & Co., for$23. Wiggleby liked the title. Didn't read tbe story. Said it was no use. He couldn't pay me a dollar more, anyway,and would probably have to shave bis offer down if I waited. I got him to say that he'd give me $25 more if the story circulated up to 3,000, and that was the best I could do. But it was something a little recognition of the flame which I feel, I know to be- burn ing within me!" Jim glanced anxiously at my plate to see what I had been eating. "Enough," I contiuued, "we will wait for the other 525. I may not live to get it myself, but at least I shall not leave my children no, nor my giandchildren, cither 'wholly unprovided for. They can all have hope, blessed bope. It seems strange, doesn't it, Jim, that I should leave them a thing I never bad myself, and. yet, that promise of Wiggleby' who knows perhaps some day" I burst into tears. HCWAHD FIELDING. SAMBBOWH'S STJPERSTITIOIT. None ot His Horses Axe First Out of Pad dock on the Way to the Port. New Vorfc Press. 1 , Captain Sam Brown, tbe Pittsburg coal man, is the founder of the superstitions set who believe that a horse first out of tbe pad dock on the way to" the post cannot win. "Wouldn't bet a dollar on a horse that's first ont," he said to a friend last fall at Sheepshead. "Got no reason in the world for it, but I make It a rule in the stable that no horse of mine goes first to the post. Why, I'm so strong on that that if it ever happened Ihad a walkover I would not let my horse go faster than a canter, for fear he would break down or die be'ore he finished. "I've alwavs noticed that horses first out don't win. You needn't tell me Salvator was first out in the match race. I've looked up that matter, and I find Tenn V. who was aarMled nn the track, had Garrison nn he- fore Murphy brought Salvator out of theH paddock. Is it superstition l don't imntp and inn't Rare, bnt I do know flint If would be bankruptcy and madness to back gainst it." l.S.afl S-W C-25L SUNDAY, . JANUARY 18, ON THE FIESTA DAY. The fcrnvian Celebrations That Look Odd to American Eyes. THE CURES FOR IRREVERENCE. Processions to the Bedside of the Dying De mand Respect. A WOMAN WHO COMMITTED SO SIS rcoimisroKDixcx 07 THE dispatch.! Aeequipa, Pkku, Dec. 10. We arose with the lark on the fiesta day of Saint Joseph, so as to miss none of the strange ceremonials, having been "assured that the best place to view them was the balcony of our own rooms in the hotel. Presently a deafening sound of church bells, every bell in the city being beaten, might and main, by boys up in the belfries, accompanied by a terrifies fizzing of fireworks, announced that something was about to happen. Down the narrow street came the proces sion; first a brass baud playing lively airs, then an enormous crowd of priests, monks and nuns, men, women and children, com pletely filling the thoroughfare as far as the eye could see, and in the midst of all a number of life-size wooden figures, each borne upon a platform to which long poles were lashed, upheld on the shoulders of bare-headed Indians. Some of the images were carried with comparative ease, while others were so burdensome that the bearers were frequently compelled to lower them ignomininusly'to the ground, thus halting the whole multitude. Au Odd Procession. At the head, of course, came San Jose, in whose honor was the celebration, in a yel low brocaded gown to match his yellow curls, looking as meek and gullible as his character is generally portrayed. Then came a tall and stately virgin, arrayed in blue satin garnished with pearls and veiled like a bride, surrounded by billowy puffs of pale-blue tulle, spangled to represent the starry heavens. Among a number of other saints and saintesses was a small female figure, to us unaccountable, but which re ceived especial respect aud attention. It was poised in the attitude of dancing, dressed in a very short, lull skirt of white tissue like that of a ballet girl, with a golden crown upon the long curls of real hair, a pair of scales in one band nnd a short, curved sword held aloft in the other. 'Each figure was preceded by a number of little girls strewing paper flowers in its path from silver baskets, while, crowding the pavement on both sides, marched a multi tude of nuns, all with black mantas envelop ing their bowed heads so that little of their faces was visible. Some of them wore blue ribbons over their shoulders, meeting on the breast where a wooden cross was suspended; others had crimson ribbons arranged in the same way, with brass crucifixes. Some had ropes tied around the waist, some a long leatberstrap danglingatthe right-band side. One group was composed of elderly women, dressed precisely like the begging friars of San Fraucisco. The rest of the procession was fairly up to the samples I have given. Baptized With flowers. Flags were flying from every housetop. On overlooking balconies and the flat roofs of the houses stool men and women with long poles in their hands. To the end of each pole was tie.d a small basket, the latter edged with a wreath or tissue flowere and filled with dried rose leaves, bits of tinsel and brigl.t colored paper cut into bits and as the figure passed beneath, the poles were thrust out and the contents of the baskets emptied on their heads. . At frequent intervals along the route ropes bad been stretched across the street, from house top to house top, a dozen ropes in a group, each closely hung with tiny flags of tissue paper in brilliautcolors. The fallen images had a hard time ot it to get unde- these ropes. The meek San Jose looked in imminent danger of being be headed, and was more than once caught fast by the chin; while the stately Virgin had her crown knocked off, which was quickly rescued from tbe dust by a ragged Iudin,n, who reverently knelt, kissed it, crossed him self, and then ,climbed like a cat with his dirty bare feet, up over the pale blue satin train aud spangled billows, to replace it. Thus, with all "pomp and circumstance," the sacred effigies w-ere carried from their home in the church of San Domingo to the cathedral, where they were set down amone the effigies of the latter sanctuary while mass was said; nnd then they .were solemnly toted back again, reminding one irresistibly of the way children take their dolls and play "go-a-visiting." To tbo Beds, of the Dying. Another procession, dependent upon no fiesta day, is often seen in the streets of all Peruvian cities, viz., the Holy Host being carried to tbe bedside of some dying person. First comes a boy ringing a hand-bell as for an auction. Then comes an acolyte in scar let and -lace, swinging a smoking censer, closely followed by other acolytes, each car rying some sacred emblem or device, whose use pr signification is known to all good Catholics. Then comes tbe priest, with the holy ark containing the sacrament, followed by more priests, more acolytes and burning incense, tbe rear being brought up by a squad of soldiers with drawn bayonets. Over the boly ark and the head of the offici ating priest, is held a gorgeous canopy of cloth of gold. When the first tinkling of the bell' is heard, men, women and children fall on their knees, in tbe streets, in the shops, on their balconies no matter for rain or mud or whatever may betide, kneel you must, wherever you are, and as if you meant it, too, unlcs vou do as seme of the heretical "Gringos" (a derisive epithet applied to Anglo-Saxons), turn a corner, run down a side street, or dodge out ol sight at the first tinkling of the. bell. To remain standing while the'host is carried l.y would certainly entail serious consequences; for man or woman, citizen or stranger, would probably be knocked down inslanter or marched off to jail, if not actually shot or stabbed by some fanatic. Religions Through Force. I have known a few such cases myself, from the cobbler who was killed in the City of Mexico because he Knelt on his bench in stead of on the floor Bomnu Catholic though he was to an American tourist right here in Arcqui.a not many days ago, who stood open-mouthed, wondering what the queer procession meant with tinkling bell and band ot music, when the priest, withra scowl on his face, merely glanced at the soldiers behind him, and two of them ar rested tbe stranger aud marched 'him off to jail. Arrived there, an officer demanded to know why in blankety blank he didn't kneel when he ought to! In the few words ot broken Spanish which tbe gentleman could command, he finally succeeded in making it understood that he bad meant no disrespect to the church nor its institutions, but was entirely ignorant of tbe character of the procession; when, after some dark threats and considerable bullying, he' was released. A party of jolly young English tars had a narrower escape here last year. Their ship lying at Molleado, they came by rail over the mountains to Artquipalo see the sights. It happened to be an important fiesta day, and a procession was nut in full leather. Tbe Englishmen naturally stopped to gaze upon it, but never thought of kneeling or removing tneir nais, as, to use tneir own words, it was "none ot their funeral," and signified nothing religious to tbem. But it came near to being their funeral. Resented the Interference. As they stood still in a group, silent, in terested and doing nothing but stare, some body stepped up and violently knocked off the hat of one of them, and Instantly meas ured bis length on the pavement, assisted by a brawny English fist. Immediately excite ment spread like wildfire. The procession a brawny English fist. topped, the priests scowled darkly, the J people crowded around, and the soldiers rushed up with drawn bayonets. Things 1891. looked pretty dark for the'five jolly taw, un armed, against a howljng mob; but they squared their backs against wall, doubled their fists and prepared to fight till the last gasp. Attliis alarning juncture a young Arequipeau, more enlightened than most of his neighbors aud known to all to be a good and pious citizen as well as the representa tive of one of the "first families," sprang be tween the soldiers and the undaunted En glishmen and proceeded to harangue the crowd. Said he: "I am ashamed of my country and my church lor such n scene as this. Are we barbarians, that foreigners cannot come among us without being assaulted and per haps murdered? These gentlemen who have come to view our city know nothing of our language, have diflerent religious customs in their own country, and are entirely ignorant ot the purport of this procession. Thev do not know that they shonld kneel, or that tbeir hats shonld be removed in ac cordance with our ideas. The constitution of this republic guarantees liberty to con science and religion to all men within our borders; is this the way we carry out its prin ciples?" Absalom's Bad Fix. On the day of Corpus Christi-(body of Christ) we went out to a suburbau village to witness the celebration. Words can hardly do justice to the quaint and curious scene, for to luliy appreciate it one should see the people, the blanketed Indians and equally earnest devotees ot higher degree, the adobe-walled cacas and big, dim church, the glorious sunshine, never too hot nor too cold in this favored altitude, and above alt the snow-topped mountains. At one end of the street, named "The Devil's Pocket," a curious altar had been erected ot trees and. bushes, representing hanging of Absalom by his long hair, n figure being actually sus pended in that manner to a tree; while an other image, dressed like a royal robber, ap peared in the net of shooting him with bow and arrows. On tbe other side of tbe street was a huge cross, higher than the bouses, upon which appeared all the emblems of the Crucifixion, including a common two- gallon jug, a dice box and a wooden rooster tied to the top. A little farther down the street was an other wooden altar, upon which was dra matically depicted the history of Judith and Holofernes. The heroine was dressed in a gown of- scarlet and yellow, of rather too modern make, having a looped-up polo naise and a suspicion of panier, while Holo fernes looked as stolidly wooden as he really was. Every balcony and window was dec orated with wreaths of flowers, mostly arti ficial, and crowded with ladies dressed in their best ball dresses to our thinking; be ing mostly of pale-hued silts, satins and muslins, low-necked, no-sleeved, and set off with jewels and flowers. An American Saint. By the way, the only American woman who ever had the honor of canonization lived nnd died in Peru. She was Santa Bosa, hereabouts known as La Patrons de todas las Americas "The Patroness of all tbe Americas." She was born in Lima, in April of 1586, of tbe usual "poor but honest parents," and was one of a very large family. From earliest childhood she is said to have displayed a supernatural amount of holiness, but, unlike the usual fate of good children in story books, did not die young in consequence. At 5 years of age, against tbe wishes of her parents, she consecrated herself, body and soul, to the most vigorous conventual order then known, that of Saint Catherine of Siennos, taking vows to eschew the world and all the pomps and pleasures thereof, never to eat meat or to sleep in a bed, perpetual celibacy aud other promises whose full meaning a child could not have understood. When 15 years old she was examined by 6 noted theologians, unpointed for tbat pur pose by the Archbishop of Lima, who came to the uuscriptural conclusion that she had never once in her life departed from the right path in thought or deed. After this she entered the third order of St. Domino, that of St. Catharine, and thenceforth never ceased to exhort the priests to go forth and seek martyrdom among the wild heathen tribes oT the Montana. Martyrdom for her self and others seems to have .been her holy bobby, for on one occasion, when a Dutch squadron was reported to be off Callao, she fervently prayed that they might take and pillage Lima, so tbat she might attain to tbe honors ot a martyr, a petition which, to say the least of it, was somewhat selfish! Her Post .Mortem Honors. But she died peaceably at the age of 31, and her funeral was made the occasion ot ex traordinary pomp, not at all in accordance with the austere life she had led, nor the customs of her sisterhood of Saint Catherine to be buried, uncoffined, at dead of night, in an unmarked grave which none of tbe "world's people" might be able, to identify. The reigning viceroy, Prince dc Esquilache, the Archbishop and all the dignataries of Lima followed ber corpse to its last resting place; and in the church of St. Dominic, whose tall, graceful tower is one of the most picturesque objects in the old Peruvian cap ital, by the side of its great High .Altar, mav to-dav be seen a beautilul st: it beautiful statue of Li Patrona, reclining on a bed of marble. At the suggestion of Cardinal Azzolini, Pope Clement IX proclaimed her a saint, and her canonization was completed by Pope Clement X, in the year 1671. The twenty-sixth of August was set aside for her fiesta throughout the Roman Catho lic world, and the day has ever since been celebrated in Lima by asplendid procession, participated in by all tbe clergy, monks, nuns and thousands of the faithful who leave her shrine laden with flowers. Peru has supplied one other saint to the Catholic calendar San Martin de Poras, who was a Dominican monk and a negro. He is always represented with a broom in one band and a pile of small loaves of un leavened bread in the other, supposed to indicate his cleanliness and his charity, as well as his life of servitude and alms asking. Fanhie B. Ward. P2D1CE HEHBrS EXPMHATIOirS. He Is Roaming About Asia in a Tempera ture Array lSelow Zero. The Indo-Chinese mail just received here brings further interesting news of Prince Henri's explorations in Asia, says the European eddition of tbe New York Serald. The Prince and bis companions visited Kuldja, the extreme point of the Bussian possessions. After crossing the Tien Tchouang Mountains, the Prince took a route till noiv unknown t) Europeans. A sufficiently thickly peopled and relatively well cultivated country extends from the Siberian frontier to the western portion of the Desert of Gobi. It took six weeks to cross this tract of desert. Thence the Prince and hiscorupanions'priiceeded to Lob-Nor, a marshy, uncultivated valley, intersected by muddy arroyos. Throughout its whole length of 1,500 "kilometres they did not find a single human being. The travelers then commenced the ascent to the table land of Thibet by a pass which is 5,000 metres above tbe level of the sea. The explorers penetrated to within 12 leagues of the sacred city of Lhassa, but retrained from entering it lest they should create for themselves insurmountable diffi culties for the remainder of their journey. Descending into the basin of the Yang-Tse-Kiang, the Prince reached Batane. On the Thibetan table land M. Bonvalqt noted the existence of extinct volcanoes, as also of a chain of mountains, the summits of which are, as nearly as it could be calculated with' the defective instruments the travelers pos sessed, over b,uuu metres aoove tue sea. The cold was very intense there. The thermometer fell to 40 centigrade below zero. Several of the men attached to the expedition died of cold. From ""Batang the journey through Yuznan was easy. The Prince and bis lellow travelers reached the Bed river at Mang-Has, where theyfreiehted sampans, which brought them safely to Hanoi. The Style In IIuITj. Some .of the new muffs1 show increase of lize In length rather than width. Many ol the'Iong-haired muffs are" considerably elon gated. A "dress" muff in sable is' lined with very heavy white satin, another with pale corn-color, and a third 'with palest mauve. Tbe lining imparts a very delicate appearance to the muff. ARTISTIC INTERIORS. Houses of Washington That Are Beau tiful Ilejond Description. NOTED ttOlIEN AS DECORATORS. Handifrort of Mrs. Harrison That Delights the President's Eje. fOEMS IN TABLE 0EXAMEKTATI0N rcoiuizsposnisci or the nisrarcH.i Washington, Jan. 17. Washington is fst becoming an art center. We have quite a school of painters here now, and the Corcoran Gallery has a regular art college, which is supported by a fund which the millionaire philanthropist left. Mr. Wana maker's gallery contains only a few of the finest pictures of Washington, and you will find elegant paintings and works of real art in nearly every statesman's house. The art tastes of the people of the United States have been greatly improved within the past few years, and we have a number of ladies here who could make a living by colors and brushes if they had to. Mrs. Harrison's ability in painting and china decorating is already so well known that there remains little to be said on the subject. Tbe private apartments of the White House bear many evidences of this artistic talent on the part of its mistress. Tito water color scenes at Cape May.painted during her stay at that place last summer, are prettily framed in gold and hang in the President's room on the wall, TVhere'Hls JFlrst Glance on awaking will fall upon them. By the dressing table, in a silvered frame, isathird water color, a white orchid, the delicate tints of which are shown to advantage by the moss green velvet mat In which it is set. Several bits of porcelain painting ornament the walls of the library, and charming studies, of flowers are scattered about throughout the steeping apartments. The flower pieces placed on exhibition at the art exhibit of the Cosmos-Club last spring are not considered by Mrs. Harrison ns among her best work, and they were only allowed to appear at the earnest solicitation of those in charge of the exhibit. A piece o'f work of which Mrs. Harrison is justly proud is the painting of orchids sent to Chicago, 'and from there tot tbe Cin cinnati exhibit a few weeks since. A new feature of art work which Mrs. Harrison has recently taken up is painting on tapes try, in which she has taken a number of lessons from Mr. Putzki, a German artist, formerly a resident of Indianapolis, in whose career the mistress ot the Wnite Honse has taken such an active interest as to get up a large class of scbolars,setting the example herself of going to his studio, where she was last- year one of the most punctual attendants .throughout Lent. A Literary Artist. Mrs. N. S. Lincoln, wife of the eminent surgeon, in addition to the distinction of being an author 'and an acknowledged society leader, is quite .famous as a hostess, inasmuch as her dinners and luncheons are always marked by the charm of originality, while iu all other respects conlormtng to the rules of conventionality. This matter, difficult of achievement as it naturally is. has been reduced by ber to a perfect science, which is at once the envy and admiration of those friends so fortunate as to be in cluded in the list of invited guests. With true artistic instinct, Mrs. Lincoln has made the ontward setting of these little feasts a fitting one, and the dining room is in all respects what it should be to accord therewith. There is a harmonious mingling of a dark, waxed floor, Turkish rugs, pol ished mahogany furniture, pretty crimson lined nooks filled with bric-a-brac, and bronzes and pictures over which the light from a log fire throws the requisite pictnr esqueness of warmth and shadow." There are hanging cabinets of rare china, and over the buffet, hovering like a presiding genius, is a white owl. Cnpld's Slall at a Luncheon. Among the most notable luncheons given bt Mrs. Liifcoln, was that on last Valentine's Day, when each of the guests carried away with her a dainty set of verses of pleasant personalities, espe?ially written for her by the hostess. The decorations of tbe table were symbolical'of the occasion, the center ornament of crimson flowers being pierced by a long golden dart. Just before coffee was served, a loud knock was heard, and a smiling maid entered.. bearing a big square bag with a padlock marked in gold, "Cnnid'a MaiL" The contents being dig 1 tributed, each guest was gratified to find that a special envelope naa Deen prepared in her honor, and that the cupids disported themselves among the hearts and rose bow ers in especially quaint and appropriate manner. Another luncheon worthy of mention was one given some years ago to Mrs. Winnie Grey, of New York, at that time Miss Tillie Frelinghuysen. All unwittingly on the part of the gnest of honor, the date set by her for the luncheon fell on All Fools' Day, the 1st of April, but the hostess resolved to take advantage of the same and in ber own clever fashion, render the occasion memor able. Souvenirs In Doughnuts. Accordingly the center piece which greeted the sight of tbe amused guests was a big f.iol's cap of pink and blue satin jing lingwith bells. This was finally passed to Miss Frelinghuysen, who upon lifting'it.up, discovered beneath a silver epergne filled with doughnuts. Each guest took one and upon breaking the delicionsly browned sur face, found embedded in the raw cotton in terior, a lovely little souvenir of the occa sion in silver. Mrs. Howard Ganson White, who dis penses the hospitalities of the season for her father, Senator Philetus Sawyer, is happy in the possession of some of tbe finest paint in" to he fonnd on tbe walls of any house in the United States. The ceiling of tbe par lor is of highly polished satip wood, the center of each square painted with a rose"so natural as to have the appearance of the natural flower resting there. A deep frieze, which extends in a broken graceful line overlapping the edges of the ceiling, is a veritable shower of roses. Above the orna mental satin-wood mantel is a single female fi"nre the Incarnation of June, standing with outstretched arms flinging abroad the delicate tinted petals. Bynnd this there has been no set rule followed in the ar rangement of the frieze; it is simply a wealth of roses. Sirs. Hearst's Artistic Dining Room. Mrs. Hearst, wife of the millionaire Sena tor from California, in building her new house, or more properly sneaking, in re modeling tbe house purchased lrom ex Secretary Fairchild, has set the stamp of her own individually; artistic taste upon tbe dining room, which is unlike any other.in Washington, and in all probability any other in this country. It is modeled in every particular after a veritable Dutch in terior, the walls wainscoted high in dark roaho-anv; of which'wood the large square table and'high back, curiously carved cnairs are also made. 'The east end of the room ii "taken up with a deep-set ore place, orna mented witn blue anu wnue tiling, wine tufted seats ou either side fitting ju the carved settees. ... On the leit is a many mnllioned window, the tiny panes set in copper and ornamented here and there with quaint bits of Dutch stained glass brought lrom some old Burgc meister's residence. On the north and east walls are hanging cabinets, the coutents of which show through the same round curious little panes of glues. On broad rim run ning about the room above tbe wainscoting are platters and dishes of genuine Holland delft, the greater portion of tnem being heir looms from-Mrs, Hearst's grandmother, who was a Hollsniier, Tbe south wall is cov ered with a large piece of tapestry, on either tide of which hang. masterpieces of Dutch i - art, dim and all but indistinguishable with age. A Most Artistic Interior. Mr. Lyman Tiffany's house on Connecti cut avenue was not only designed by him self architecturally, but under his handi work has become noted as having one of the most artistic.interiors in Washington. His gifts appear "to be manifold, and evidences of jiis diversity of talent meet tbe eye'at every step. J.ne most remarkable piece ot worX yet accomplished by Mr. Tiffany is the mantel in the library, where from floor to ceiling it rises a mass of elaborate caving. The tall, slender-legged storks and myriad birds have been treated with the greatest ability, and present a strikingly realistic appearance. Iu repousse work Mr. Tiffany has attained the same degree of perfection, as is thown by the tea table which stands in one corner of the parlor. This is of brass, hammered -out during bis residence in Dresden several years since. .The top represents a German iegend, the old text lettering running in and out among the groups of raised figures. Tha top, which is about three feet long by two feet broad, is mounted in blue plush, ft fringe of hammered brass surrounding it, and a hot water kettle and tea caddy of copper are hammered to correspond with this table. Some fine work- in repousse sil ver has also been accomplished by Mr. Tiffany. Her Paintings in the Paris Salon. Mrs. Alfred Clifford Barney, formerly of Cincinnati, but for tbe past year, with her husband, a resident of Washington, has th unusual distinction for an amateur artist of having had a painting accepted and hung in the Paris Salon. Mr. and Mrs. Barney leased a furnished house last season which was their first winter in Washington so that society had not the opportunity of judg ing of the latter's artistic talent, which, will be vouchsafed when she finally becomes set tled here as a resident in 'the house now in course ot erection on Bhode Island avenue, near Seventeenth street. On the several occasions of dinner parties given byIrs. Barney last season the guest cards painted by the hostess were perfect lit tle gems, and as such will always be pre served by those for whom they were de signed. A fact not generally known is that Stanley, when he first left England for the interior of Africa, started upon his explor ing expedition as the fiance ot Mrs. Barney, then Miss Pike, of Cincinnati. Upon his retnrn it was to find his former lady-love married ti her present husband. Mrs. Senator Henderson's Alhambra HaU. Mrs. Henderson, wiie of the ex-Senator, occupies the spacious stone castle at the head of Sixteenth street and the Boundary, for which she not only drew the intricate details of building, but which she has fur ther beautified with a number of her own figure paintings, which are unusually fine. The hallway" is modeled after a portion of the Alhambra, sketched by Mrs. Henderson during oue of her many trips abroad, and it is not only beautiful but very unique. It is'octagonal in shape, the walls of pale blue, rising from the marble tiled flooring. About the- many arched doorways broad borders are formed ot Moorish hieroglyph ics in darker blue mingled with gold. The white and gold morning room, on the left, near tbe entrance, is separated from tha hallway by a partition wall four leet high, the space between which and the ceiling is filled in with Moorish fretwork of white and gold. Colonel John Hay may be regarded ai among the pioneers ot modern interior deco ration in Washington, his residence on La fayette Square having been one of the first to'discard the old time heavy interior deco ration and adopt the lighter tones both in woodwork and furnishing. The wide. square hallway, might be justly termed a poem in cream and gold, as the staircase and woodwork throughout is of white ma hogany. Collection of the Brazilian Minister. Madame Mendonca, wife of the Brazilian Envoy on special mission in this country, had the happy knowledge last season that her house contained the most valuable pri vate collection of pictures to be found in the city. The majority ot them were pur chased abroad by Senor Mendonca and: are veritable works of the old masters. One of them, a Corot, - is a pastoral scene, one of tbe few in which he has ever introduced a human figure. The house leased last season on New Hamp shire avenue was always thronged upon re ception days alike by society goers and persons of artistic sense outside of the charmed circle. To each and all a cordial welcome was given by Madam Mendonca, who. though an American by birth, in phy sique and coloring is to the full as Spanish looking as any of her attractive young step daughters, who always assist in entertaining the guests on such occasions. It is not yet decided whether or not Senor and Madam Mendonca will return to Wash ington, but should they do so they will en deavor to secure s house with a large ball room or gallery in which their paintings can be hung to a better advantage. Miss Geundt, Jb. EXCESSIVE H0K2STY. A Woman Who Was Determined to Pay for Everything She Got. There is inone of the big drygoods stores weighing machine which is similar in out ward appearance to a nickel-in-the-slot ma chine, but which works without the prelim inary dropping in of a nickel, says the New York Times. It was the means the other day of calling attention to a very honest old lady. Sb'e'had her arms full of packages, and she held them all while being weighed, evidently fearing to lay tbem down lest some one should walk away with them. When the weighing process was over she laid them all down, however, fished ont a nickel from her poeketbook, and then began a vain search for the slot into which to drop it She looked the machine all over, in front, in back, on the sides, and on top, and even when her closest scrutiny failed to dis cover the slot, she did not grasp the idea that th? machine was a free laborer, but laid the nickel on its top and walked away, ap parently in the hope that the next person who came along might khow how to feed the money to the machine and drop it in for her. Rubbers and Corns. Since the streeU became so muddy I hara had a number of sufferers apply to me for re lief, siys a chiropoth's in the St. Lonis Globe-Democrat. It a man has a corn I can take it out and relieve him, but if he is suf fering from what I call "rubber fever" I can't help him and can rfnly prescribe lib eral foot-bathing and a removal of tbe causa of the trouble. ' The Inquisitive Puppy. 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