EZHOBHRS V J" A ROMANCE OF LIFE V-KITTEX FOB AtUhor of "Songs of the Sierras," "Songs of the Sun Lands," "Life Among the Modoas," and Other Focms and Stories. SYNOPSIS OF PKEVJOCS CHArTEKS. The author meets the Frincess. who is the heroine ot the story. In Poland. Her father had lieen sent to Siberia by the Czar. She dreamed ot revenge; but at last, Givinc that up. deter jnincd ti liuild a city which should be a model to all mankind, fehe and the author travel through me Holv Land and into E;ym. but finally select an oasis in the desert ot Mexico for the cit. VL.le they are at Cairo. Alexander i killed. Knssian spies are on the Princess' tract, and she 1)1.1 the author so to the City of Mexico and thero wait for her. The author waits lor years at tneC.t of Mexico, and at last a uiessenzer from the Princess comes to him. HetaKestne aean watcher to the citv in tho desert which has been built while hewaitod. It is a place ot rare beautv. perfect m ev'eruhiu;:. Glass is utilized inmost wonderful ways. No one works more tuan"tVo hours each day. All are vejretanans. The author meets the Princess again and becomes her jrucst ot honor. Much time is spent in studying the ideal community. CHArTKH XIV. I have forborne to mention the sad and elow decline of this woman so far as pos sible. It was a contiuual pain to me; which J would not willmclv Convey to you. She lad ever been to me hkeja tall red rose, towering up in a Damascau garden, with all its perfume ard its comely perfection. But now the red rose lees were drooping, fad ins, falling, trembling in an autuiuu wind, slipping to the ground one by one, slant--ni.e and silent. She could give me but little of her time or strength as the days wore by now. She became more than usually silent and medi tative, rinding that she sDent much of her leisure with the group ol venerable men and women who talked of immortality and cul tivated the undeveloped senses, I too sought their sest ul and refined presence now almost daii. For I saw that she wassurely lying. And et she said nothing of pain or suffering; made no sign further than this fading oi the rich red rose day by dav. liow brave she was! How serenely, sil ently, -valorous m this going down into the -valley of death! "Would she falter in the nd? "Would she turn back from the teach ings ot Christ to the old and holv traditions other race? "Would the dark and prophetic cyis of this daughter of Israel turn to the old and beaten paths of her people in these last dajs" These questions forced them seives upon me continually now because I saw her companioned much by a venerable man r. ho had once been alt ibbi. The happy reople of the city all this time, however, were not permitted to concern themselves too much about her condition, either mental or phsical. They had beeu taught b word and by example that, since death is in the world and must be met by each one of u, it is becomiug that it should he met calml and that no reallv good or great person will willingly cast a shadow on others. More than this, they had been laughtby word and example, that death is not entirely dreadlul except as one make it so by worthless ceremonies of priests; and the miserable confusion of mind that foolish mourners bring to the dying. But in my concern for her I was anxious to know that she was firm in he faith and belief in the Savior of the world. I spoke to her very directly on this point one day as e sat by the babbling waters of the great fountain near the palm trce. "The Savior of the world? Certainly, Christ was the Savior of the world," she said, with clasped hands and lifted face, and she went on, "Our rather who art in heaven hallowed be Thy name, Thv kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven." I assured her of my extreme happiness to hear all this from her lips. But hardly heeding me, she said: "And bow the world did need saving! Think how the Romans cut duvvn the woods round about Jerusalem :o make crosses fortbeir victims till the land was made a desert; And these Itomaus were the most civilized power on earth. Think oi these lloinan soldiers taking this meek and gentle Jesus Christ and nailing his hands and feet to abeam of wood and bang it g him in the air with these nails in his hands and leet to die! And yet this one crucifixion of this gentle man was but one ol thousands, aye hundreds of thousands of Jens nailed to logs and lifted up to die so bv the people of Borne. Yc Christ died to save the world; and he saed it, saved it by his holv precepts and example, and made such fearful scenes no longer possible." She paused for a little time and seemed to be looking far away, as to another world. And 1 was now even as disturbed as beiore; for she had spoken of Christ not as a God but as a man. "He died to save you," I said solemnly and emphatically. "He died to sav me, and He saved me; savea me from myself; tiught me mercy, forgiveness; taught me Faith, Hope and Caanty, taught me to say. Thy kingdom cune on earth. And it has come." This last was said most earnestly and ier a long pause I was more disturbed than e-n before and leaned forward and looked uquinugly into her deep seer eyes. At ias, tne said. "The kingdom of heaven is at hand. Yes. the kingdom of heaven was at hand when Jesus Christ came. It was at band when he hung on the cross, yet for cen i tines blood and darkness did prevail. Then ue priests and the preachers camt; the blind leading the blind, and things were but little better. Thcvkept the kingdom of Heaven elsewhere. They did not under- RijrnJ. The could not conceive of the k'ngdom ol heaven on earth any more than the Koman soldiers could conceive of the divinity of Christ when He hung upon the cross." 'Then you do believe in the divinity of Christ," I cneu, spnuging to my feet before her "I do believe in the divinity of Christ; and the divimy o! all men in the degree of tbeir approach "to that most exalted being," sue answered with clasped hands and lifted, eves. " 1 was again made miserable. At last I h.ud: "The great men and women of the world in its advancement upward have 1 v.-d and died in the faith that Christ was Ooa and the Saviour of the world. And I now implore you to believe th-it Christ came down and died to save the world." Hei lips were lirni and fixed as site said, bartiy above a whisper: "Jesus Christdied Jo s..ve the world, not from God, but from usei He died to make life beautiful and death tolerable to mau. And that, looking you lu the eyes, soul to soul, and talking buck to vou over my shoulder as I turn to go into another world, that is all, that is all. Ah, no! I would not break uor shake your faith, my friend, or the faith of any human being. There are those who die by this laitn in Christ, and they shall surely live by this faith in Christ hereafter. But, ah me; the millions who have outgrown that! "Vhatof them? Must they go down to the valley of darkness and m dread? Why, do you know what death is to the living, "to the strong, die hopeful and happs? The bride turns n lie at the altar, the young man grows des tierate in his pleasures at the thought of "ieatii, the old man is frenzied with fear at aigtit, and cannot sleep. And wbv? He tears not hell, but annihilation. ""What, hen, shall be done for those whose broader tirain and deeper comprehension cannot bon stlvand truly say that Christdied, not to saxe man from God, but from hinveli? V hy co.ivinee him that he is himself God, sat he shall Jive, if he will beliee, eter- ally? Teach lnm that be can, by culture ind care, so refine himself that he can see, tveo as common animals surelr sometimes iee, beyond the portalsof death." She tank back against tho lifted head of Jie lion kia exhausted, and covered her AS IT MAY BE MADR THE DISrATCU face for a moment withher hands. Then half rising on her arm she looked at me with the old pleasant and half playful smile and said: "You are thinking of going away?" I sighed, and hesitating, answered sadly, "I I If you go I shall go." "Wait a little while; a lew d;'s only and and I will go with you." Hooked her in the face; fer .' did not understand her then. CHAPTER XV. Among the many festal days here devoted to music and general merriment, especially on the part of the children, that which cele brated the arrival oi the colony to this oasis in the desert was most notable. As this day drew near I somehow felt that she, the founder of this perfect new paradise, desired to be alone to meditate, to re-live the past and to look down the dim vista of the years to come with her deep seer eyes as only she could look. And so it was that I found myself farout on the brown foothills ot the Sierra Madre Mountains at the outer reach of the railroad line among the fragrant pines at midday. There was a party of merry musicians, beautiful girls and boys in gay attire, young Greeks in flowing robes and careless hair dancing to delicious musi: on the carpet of pine quills under the mighty trees, poets meditating, artists of many kinds catching inspiration from happy faces and graceful pose that found its counterpart only in the swaying pines that swung in the winds overhead. Yet. for all this beauty and restfnl movement and melody, I kept apart on the brown hills above and beyond, far up where the wild flowers were still untrodden by the foot of man; for I wanted to be alone to think, to think of -her. Besides, music is softened by distance, as wine is mellowed by time. "I sat finally as the day wore byfar away up a wooded hollow, where the music felijbut faintly. Some scarlet hilars, red with the bloodofthe dying autumn, wreathed the moss-made tomb of the prone monarch of the mountains on which I sat. All was silent, so silent, save the far, faint melody that came np the mountain side through the pines fitfully on the wind, and as one that is weary aud would go home to rut. The tawny brown carpet of pine quills grew golden as the sun lay level and in spars and bars and beams about me. The huge and lofty trunks of the mighty pine trees on the mountains round about took on a hue of gold as tha sun fell down. The foliage all about grew rer, then gold, then yellow. The carpet of pine quills, reaching miles an-i miles away for either hand and far up the mountain beyond, became gold, a broken, billowy sea of molten gold. And as I sat there throned amid this mo bile sea of fragrant yellow, of color so per fect that it was not only color, bnt form; not onlv color and form, but perfume and melodvalso. I not only saw this color, I heard it. Then suddenly, as I thought of her in connection with it and began so to wish that she could see, feel, breathe, hear it. I saw a form, the vcllowlorni and comely I shape of a desert lion only a little distance before. And even as I looked, the dying ;un came feebly through the forest boughs, a long slanting shaft of light and laid his red sword at my feet. Day had surrendered to night. Darkness was upon us. I followed the distant and dying sound of the merry musicians on tbeir homeward way to the station. And all the time and all the way as we descended to the city I felt. I knew that the dimly outlined lion of the desert was not a thing of chance. My first question was tor her, as I set foot on the white sands of the city. "She had gone away." I took the venerable man aside, holding my head low that he might not see the tears that ran down like rain; and as we passed slowly on under the palms in the dusk of the night I implored him to tell me all. "She came to us in the temple where we were talking ol immortality and seeking some convincing evidence for doubtfnl and feeble souls that tbey may be less miserable, and she talked as only the" angels can talk. Then, as if very weary, she passed on under the palms of the court to the inner temple alone." I begged the old man to fell me what she had said. But he seemed dazed and kept silent for some time. At last he spoke: "lean hardlv recall her words. They were words of fire and gold. 'Prove tome, to the world, that man shall surely rise,' cried a woman at the door as she turned away and was coing to her couch alone to die. She half turued about, and looking tenderly at the woman over her shoulder, said in a low, firm voice: "Kay, I cannot quite prove to you that man shall rise after death. 1 cannot quite prove to you that yonder setting sun will rise to-morrow; butlsnrelv, surely believe it will rise.' And so she psssed on with a sign that none should fol low her." "Aftera little time some yonng mnsiciaus came, as is their custom, and played at the door under the paltu trees. And this even iug, a special day of delight for all, there came many signers and they sang, sang so melodiously as the musicians played, and the sun went down. Then suddenly we heard ber voice like a thread of gold in the woof of harmony woven in with a most can ning hand. "We had never heard her sing before. It was, perhaps, her first as it was her last song. There are many birds and of many hues, as you well know, in the foliage of the court there. Well, as the song ceased aud the music died away, a bird, a wide winged bird and white like snow, flew out and back from the way she had gone, and after circling three times above our heads, flew out through the wide high door and into the tailing night. That was all. We bowed low our heads and wept in pity for ourselves." I turned back from the old man and' passed the night alone. But I saw no fnr ther sign. Remembering how she had deplored the sad habit of the world in staring at the wan, worn faces of the helpless dead, I overcame this last desire, as I had overcome others through her teachings and example, and saw her face never more in the flesh, And yet I felt, 1 "knew, positively knew all the while that she would come to me, sooner or later, if I only kept my sonl white and refined and fit to see her; sonl to sonl. Aud more than that, I knew that she would come to me in ber perfection as she was when she touched the high tide mark of health and perfection of form and face. For this is in the order of nature. The tide shall touch its topmost limit, The human soul shall not be less than the sea. Knowine all this, knowing that the should have giTen her all that bad been taken away, and that she, as all others who love sincerity and simple trntb, should begin the next life at her high-tide mark in this, and knowing, surely knowing, that I should see her thus, bow caretnl was I to sav nauzht, do naught that would make me less worthy to lilt my face to "hers. They bore her shouded form up to her mountain side, mantled close hi the robes in which she died, early next morning, and none were coarse or cruel eaough to seek to look into her tired face. There was a depression tn the great pile of sweet-smelling pine that lay furthest up the hill beyond the hospital; and here the body was laid, A match, a lon- vapory cloud of smoke tossing to the pine tops as we turned away. No more cost, and no more care. A little heap of ashes. And around the edges of this little bnrned spot some tall slim grasses came to stand in circle soon. And some wild flowers joined hands and drooped their heads there. That was all I saw there a little time later on as I stood under the great pines and heard their mighty melo dies and saw the great, white, high-born rain come down like a benediction on her dust. CHAPTER XVI. I am here peremptorily once more for bidden for want of spare to enter upon the detail of at least a dozen things that de mand notice in this new order of thingi. Some of these have been hinted at; others must remain for the present entirely un mentioned: But one thing more and I must draw these lines to a conclusion. My own affairs, which you must bear witness I left most hastily, to see this one fair woman of all the world, I know demanded my re turn. Many were depending ou me. It was not a matter of money entirely; but .there are matters ot a higher order than money that must be looked after if we bear our parts manfully in the battle of this life. I mean of course life as it is now ordered by the hopeless laws of hate and envy and malice and- meanness that have come down, to us from all the years that have been. For turn your bacK in the battle, if only for a little time as things now are in the outer world, and you will be stabbed to the heart. And so I took the first occasion now to talk of my return to the elders. They did not say stay. Least of all they did not say go. They seemed to desire the largest lib erty for others, as well as for themselves. All this time my mind, my neart. my whole sonl kept turning back to her; to her and to her continually; to what she had said. I had spoken to her of marriage. I had spoken in a general way; and she had made a very general application of my in terrogatory in these words: "There are and have been priests," she said, ''there also are and have been priest esses. The woman who has taken the place of her mother at the head of a bait grown family, the woman who has been true from girlhood on to her high ideal, the faithful girl whose lover faded from her sight aud went to another world; the girl who espoused the cause of all mankind, and so could not betray all men ior the love of one man, ab, if the world wonld only understand the full meaning of that derisive appellation 'old maid' it would be coupled with a halo of reverential love and be ottered only with bowed head and hands upon the breast" I had nncovered my head, as she spoke, for we had heen slowly walking under the great pine trees by the tombs of her dead; and I held my head low and was still. She saw, felt, knew, understood all. She was not willing that I should be for a mo ment sad, even though that sadness may have been born of my own selfishness. And raising her head she said half laugh ing: "But there shall be no old maids here. And such happy marriiffeesi" "May I know why so especially happy?" I sighed. "Why, only think and you will see. Take money and property .out of the ques tion and see hor truthiul you can be, in this as in all other things. As things stand now in the outer world a man of noble men tal attainments will, for money, marry the very grossest of women oftentimes, or re main single to the end. And again, a girl of the very noblest type ever born may go to her grave unsought and unloved merely be cause she has no money. But see how it is here. There is no danger, no fear of want; everyone is equally wealthy. The last foot of ground is pledged to the prosperity and happiness ol every new born babe. Aye, this woild is beautiful, beautiful. And now man and woman shall for the first time since the expulsion be surely happy. But the pitiful part of it all is man is as truly good or trying to be good as this world is beautiful or trying to be beautiful; yet preacher, priest, poets, edi tors, reporters, all, everything and every body is and ever has been trying to make him believe that he is bad; till he has come to half believe it; bad past redemption save by some strange and mysterious priestly repentance or contrivance, which only the Ereachers and the priests and even God imself is supposed to half understand. Yet here shall man be told and be taught, if need be, that be is at heart good and true and himself the savior of the world." I bowed still more humbly and in silence as she went on: "Early marriages are encouraged; because here with us, they mean content, happiness, health. The women weave their own fabrics of silk or wool or cotton, for we must have employment lor our hands even . though, like Penelope, we should weave by day only to unweave by night. And you should see the new nests they build and decorate for the reception of the new bride of the happy com- Lniunity. Care? Care, indeed! Why these newly married children will be happy here as never were newly married people in the history of this beautiful world." Ab, me, beautiful, dreamful, delightful, I sighed to myself, as we passed on around the tombs, while she kept on in the same strain about the happiness of others.. Not a word, not a thought for herself. And X was glad of that. If she could so entirely, forget herself, why let her forget me also, t'le't me forget myself, and like ber think onlyvot the betterment of the unhappy human race. And so, with this higher thought in my heart, after a time I said in a very cold and business fashion: "There are more than 10,000 miles of THERE SHE SAT, SERENE AND SILENT. THE PITTSBURG!- - DISPATCH, SUNDAY. JANUARY 25, lands .much like this same desert of yours. Well, now why may not man do what a woman has done?" She paused, turned, looked at me, gave me her hand quickly and tenderly as she said: , "Man can; any man can who has a will. "Why, even as a cold commercial money making investment, to say nothing at all of the good to be done, any one, two, three, twenty, fifty men could unite in any money center, send out one of their number, while the others kept on with their work at borne, and let him select and then buv the land. This land, land anywhere on thfs continent, anywhere this side ot Greenland or Pate gonia, wil never be cheaper; and it can by such a simple combination of strength be made worth 50 times its cost; aye SO times 60 if wisely handled, as we have handled this of ours." "Ah, if only those who would revolt, and who seek to pull down what others have built up, would come to ihe wilderness and lav the corner stones of new communities. fashioned after this one of yours I" I sicbed. "I read of the rich people founding churches and hospitals," she said. "This is the covering up of the wounds in the na tion's breast without in the least healing them; it only for a time, conceals them, that is all. I heard only to-day of a rich woman who had founded a hospital near one of the great cities, a hospital to cost millions, lor the cure of the bodies of men. Ab, me, if she had given only one-tenth as much for a hospital out in this pure free air for the souls of men ! But all these laws, all these creeds, all these lines of red tape that tie men down on tbeir backs,' what wonder that the world is crying out that !progress means pain aud that life is not worth the living ?" CHAPTER XVII. The time had come for my departure. For even the good priest saw that I was mourn- ins ner death too intolerably to remain. At the farewell dinner her empty chair re mained empty. But the priest sat at my other side. The same wild, sweet-melodies, so soft, so still, so far away, as if they were memories or dreams of blissful by-gone days, the same graceful forms in the lofty ferns and sweeping banana boughs, the same Eden, Paradise; the glimpse of God walk ing in His garden; but no note of mourn ing, no making of foolish and affected'! lamentations iu long-drawn speeches; the respect of profound silence concerning her was hers. I rested my eyes on the empty chair and felt that the music and the dance, even though never so quiet and restful, were out of place and inharmonious with her death. "1 understand yonr feelings," saM the priest, softly, as he hurried to my side. "But this is'strictly in line with her life and teachings." I raised my face to his and tried to be as unconcernedat her absence as others. "That is right," he said. "And do not imagine it is without effort that no note of sadness marks her absence from ourmid't. But she taught, and we all here believe, that death is the greatest good that can hap pen to the truly good, if this is true then she has attained to that blessing. Let us then rather rejoice. But as we cannot hon estly rejoice in this irreparable bereavement we can at least restrain our selfish sorrow and go quietly on with the duties before us, as she desired. This obedience to her will is our best tribute to her memory, and will add most to ber delight." "Then you surely feel that she lives in death, and is capable of delight in the good deeds of men?" "Believe? I know," said the priest earn estly. "She not only lives in death, but is glorified in death, and she will appear to us in her own good time, as Christ appeared after the crucifixion. And if we are only worthy to see her we shall surely see her face to face." "I shall try to be worthy," I sighed in answer, "for the sight of her face would as sure me of life beyond deatb. And the as surance of life beyond death is the dethrone ment of the king of terrors; the death of death!" "But let me tell you one thing in this connection," said the priest after a pause, "She did not teach the resurrection ot all nor the absolute democracy ot death. One of the thieves on the cross was to be with Christ, not of him. She taught that there could be no more equality of souls in the be ginning ot the next life than there is in the end of this. And as for the other thief she taught' that he simply was not saved because he had not faith or nope or charity, or any of the elements that tend to immortality." "Aud so then she taught that some souls perish utterly?" "She taught that many souls perish ut terly; and oftentime of their own will, by consenting to sinful ways, and .descending by degrees to nothingness. She was in the habit ot illustrating the resurrection of the worthy and the obliteration o'tbe unworthy by the grain which the sower sows in the spring time. The good grain, lull of hope and heart springs forth to meet the sun and be even more beautiful than before; but the black and narrow and withered seed comes not forth any more, but perishes utterly and is resolved again to dust; body and soul." " '.'Strange," I said finally as the time for rising from the table drew near. "But I have been so busily employed and so con stantly charmed that half a year has gone Dy, and X have not once thought of news papers. But last night, as we were walking under the pines above ber ashes, you spoke of having read recently of the "Czar's ex pelling the Jews; do you receive papers here?" "Daily," answered the priest. "Does a mail come and go here?" "Daily." "Then I can go on the mail line?" "If you like." "When does it leave?', "To-morrow alter 'breakfast, from the hill of pines above the hospital, ascending as the wind blows and the will of the people is with the air ship." "But I have a horror of balloons. They are the creation of cranks." " I think it was pity that vswep't over his face; pity for me anil my foolish and rude fashion of thoncht and BDeeeh. But the look of pity or pain or whatever it may hare been did not last. Leaning a little forward, he said: "If I should go with you to our mountain station on the Sierra Madra, from which point we reach the railway station by horse, would you feel more secure?" "Ah, if you wduld but go." And so we parted for the night; with the agreement that we should take the upbound mail train in the morning, breakfast with the Hardshell Baptist "convict" at the hos pital and then take the air ship for the Sierra Madra mountains. The beautiful air ship hung,as perma nently iu its place as a pine cone. The place ot starting was as well established and as well appointed as that of any railway sta tion. The conductor opened the little door of the airy little car aud beckoned me to the nearest of the two silken cushioned seats. The priest stood at the open door, one foot half within. He was about to enter and take the remaining seat. I half turned my face from him to the seat opposite which he was about to occupy, wnen my heart leaped so wildly tnat tno little quivering car trembled. For there she sat! Sat serene, silent, iu all her per fect and imperious beauty. I surely did not speak. But I must have thrust out my hand toward the priest to impel him back from the seat he was about to take; for be hesitated, as if understanding that now at the last I did not fear or need his company, and stepping back with another bow the car bounded into the air. Boom! boom! boom! We were being im pelled on onr course by the force of sound from the saltpeter mountain. I lifted my eyes to her timidly, tenderly as we sped on. Never was being of this earth so divinely, so radiantly beautiful. What need of word or deed. It was enough to be, and be silent. Soon our swift and wide-winged bird alit at its station on another mountain top amohg the pines. Looking out through the window I caught mv" breath with dismay. For now 1 knew that I must leave her and go on my darkened way of life alone to the other side ot darkness. There stood ten horses waiting for the outgoing mail. One of these horses I was to ride, to reach the railroad station a few miles below. She did not leave the car. The conduc tor and engineer stoodftraiting for a favoring breeze. And she reached me her hand, her warm, streng and beautiful hand without a moment of delay. Many at the other end of the line were waiting for their letters and she would not prolong their waiting; still thinking of others than herself. I held her hand a long time, held it tight and close, as if to keep her with me always. Words are idle, empty things, and neither of us now had any use for them. At last I said, try ing hard to be at least a little like her and think for a moment of others than myself, "Madam, many men come to me, many good young men and many good young women, asking the right way.of life. Now this is the right way; this is tbeir own ideal way. Let me send them to you. I beg you, madam, my princess, my madonna, let me send them to you, to your city, yonr soul, your heart." Her face grew a bit sad and troubled for a moment, and then suddenly looking up and out under a clump ot pines where grew a very tall, rank weed that reached in vain for the sun, she made a sign that I should bring it suddenly from the shadow and lay it in the sun. I hastened to do as she de sired and soon set -the plant with a good handful of rich earth still clinging to its roots in the sun at the door of the car. But alas, I had scarcely set it dowu in the full blaze of light when its bead drooped, it hung low and heavily, And in the hot nir and the fervid light of the sun it slowly sank down, withered and dead at her feet. I saw. I understood. The yonng aud eager and imaginative souls who came to me from the shadows of the world would not, could not wisely and well endure this new order of things to which she has lifted this one little portion of the world by so much endurance, long suffering and unselfishness. I saw and understood that too much is de pending on this experiment of hers to risk its failure by a promiscuous multitude of strange and untried souls. There was a breath of air. It did npt re vive the once aspiring little plant, but the air ship moved restlessly, and hat in hand and head held low, I stepped back still further from her serene presence. Then up! up! up! on and aw,ay. A wave of her hand from ihe ship, a wave of my hat as I tip-toed np in the air toward her. And then I turned, mounted my horse and fodfeondown the mountain; and soon was again with the pigmies of ac tion and ot thought; thankfnl indeed that I had been permitted to see at least one spot of the earth as it may be. tiie end. HIS PET STJPEESTITIOIT. A Manager "Will Have Nothing; to Do With Cross-Eyed Men. . Here is a new story about actors' supersti tions: "I have never been troubled with many superstitions," said a theatrical nun-, ager to a writer on the New York Star, yes terday, "but I will admit that I don't like cross-eyed men. I took a little venture out on the road a couple of years ago and ap peared at Danbury, Conn. The first man I met when I got ofl the train was a cross eyed hotel porter. He was so ugly that I remembered his face, though I thought nothing of it at the time. The first man to come up to get his paper in the bill-posting brigade was crosseyed, and the local' manager "said some people would say that that meant ill luck. I was In the box office when it opened, and the first man to buy a -ticket was crosseyed. Well, the stand was a failure, the piece fell fl it, actors got sick, beggage went astray, and I sunk about- all the money I had. Since then I would not-open in any town where I ran across cross-eyed man the first day." THE DEADLY BOB-SLED. It Is a Thine; of the Past on the Streets of Bis Cities. Albany Journal. The deadly bob sled has not yet been re stored to favor by the return of winter weather. The only reminders of the days when the bobs possessed the town are the few and little ones that' the younger boys have on the small hills. They are but feeble imitations of the champions of a few winters' ago. "The Brooklyn Bridge," a 40-fooier, was the 'biggest bob, and the "Snail," which comfortably carried 23 pas sengers, was the fastest. It was very dangerous sport, this bob sledding, although the' hill streets were care fully policed and traffic regulated to suit the men, women and children, who made a scientific business of sliding down hill. Not less than half a hundred maimed and crip pled reminders of the days when the bobs ruled the city may yet be seen in its streets. And more than one grave in the neighbor ing cemeteries is occupied by a victim ot the dangers of the sport. THE 0EIGI5 OF DENVER'S NAME. A Patriotic Englishman is Quite Certain a British Village Gave It. Denver Jiepnbllcan.J An Englishman, who has evidently heard considerable of Denver's greatness, is now traveling in the Easternpart of this coun try, and has written several letters to Mayor Londoner. His inquiries have been as to the origin of the name of our thriving city. In answer to a letter received a few days since the Mayor informed him that General Denver was the individual for whom the city was named when but a village. . ' His correspondent, however, is not willing to give up the idea that there is something English about us. In a letter received by the Mayor yesterday he inquires if General Denver was not of English birth, and thinks some of his ancesters must certainly have come from England. He says it was quite common ior early English families to adopt the name of their native town as the surname of their children. Seasoning through this, he thinks this citv certainly was named Ior the little obscure village of Denver. England. He sicnshimself K. K. I Cantley, 1891. THE EARTH TREMBLES Nearly Every Day in the Qnaint Old City of Arequipa, Fern. A THREATENING VOLCANO NEARBY It Lies In a.Green Yallejr Where Fruits Are Forever Ripening. ALMOST A PERPETUAL SPK1NGTI3IE rCOHRESPOXDENCE OI THE PISrA.TCB.Tf Aeequipa, Peetj, Dec. 22. More than 400 years ago this second city of Peru was a half-way halting-place for travelers between the loltier Andes and the sea and hente came by its name, Arequipa, the word in the aboriginal tongue signifying "Place of Best." As early as the days of Kocca, the sixth Inca, who -conquered all this part of Peru, it was a. military colony. In 1540 Pizarro transformed it into a Spanish strong hold, but with better taste than characterized most of bis nomenclature did not change its ancient name. Just back of the town towers the lofty volcano Misti, quiescent .now, but ready to burst forth again, perhaps as an accompani ment of another tremendous earthquake, something as Mount Etna rises behind Catania. Nearly 18,000 feet in height, a perfect cone, topped with eternal snow, with perpetual summer at its base, Misti is one of tbe'niost beantiful mountains of the whole Andean system. On one side of it stands the lesser mountain, Pichupichn, with foot hills stretching away in the distance, and on J.he other side snow-crowned Charchani; then comes Coropuna and then the elevated Pampa (plain) de Arrieros, stretching away to the volcano TJfinas, dimly seen toward the Bolivian frontier. Surrounded by Deserts. Modern travelers have likened .Arequipa to Damascus, not only because of its low walls and gray surroundings, but because, like the Oriental city, it stands upon the edge of a desert, all its verdure depending upon a river flowing through the arid waste. The valley of Arequipa is only about ten miles long by five miles wide, environed on every side by desert sands and barren moun tains. The rapid river named Chile, which runs through the middle of the town, does not furnish sufficient water for bountiful irrigation, but wherever it can be turned on, the land is rendered wonderfully pro ductive and is worth $1,000 per acre and upward. The altitude of Areqnipa is not quite 8,000 feet, just high enough, in thislatitude, to insure perfect weather from year to year. No words can do justice to the beauty of the climate, never excessively hot and never cool enough for fires, with scarcely any change between midsummer and midwinter, a light blanket being necessary every night in the year and open windows whatever the season. There is a wet time and a dry, but rains seldom fall during the day and never to excess. Frost and snow are unknown except away up in the mountains and the most beautiful roses one can imagine blos som perpetually and in unexampled profusion. A Station Without a Building. As an illustration of the variety of fruits growing hereabouts, I may mention that toward the end of January (a year ago) some friendly Arequipanians gave to the writer a birthday fete in the form of a pic nic. The party went by special train to a point 18 miles or more from the city, where we were landed in a sand bank, not even a bouse or tree or blade of grass being in sight, everywhere nothing but gray sand and broken boulders. By dint of scramb ling, sliding and rolling down a very steep hill, which was a foot deep in loose sand and stones, v.e came at last to the level of the river, dashing noisily along its rocky UUkbUUl UUU lilMWW UJ ik VUAIUJIU OIU BrCU of adobe, as quaint as the early Spaniards could make it. Then following the devious windings of the stream, past several bamboo casas of local farmers, we came at length to the dense shade of a natural grove of fig trees, whose broad leaves and tar-reaching branches roofed a carpet of softest grass, sprinkled with wild flower, the rocky wall of the lower hillside draped with a thick curtain of golden nasturtiums and the river bank fringed with heliotrope, musk and blue starred myrtle. There, almost within reach of our hands, grew, ripe and luscious, firs, grapes, strawberries, apricots, plums, pears and peaches, the three latter varieties only having been planted bv the ranchman, the others being the spontaneous products of the soil. .. Very Uncertain, Politically. The present population of Arequipa is about 40,000, not nearly so great as in times long past. Yet it is still one of the princi pal places in Peru, second only to Lima; and being the capital of a rich department and the place of residence of a bishop, has always exercised considerable influence on the politics of the country. The Indian population of trie higher altitudes are much more courageous and turbulent than those living nearer the sea, and are fully alive to the pleasures of a revolution or an election riot; while .the higher classes are opulent, proud, independent, and prone to resist the Governmental fiats sent forth from Lima. Indeed the people seem to be as uncertain, politically and socially, as the gronnd upon which their city stands, if one may judge by the frequency of revolutions and insurrec tions. During the last three centuries there have been as many as 12 severe earthquake shocks and innumerable lighter ones; and in the same length of time scarcely a season has gone by without one or more political .revolts, while plots and counter plots against the powers that be are constantly po ing on. In 1867 the city was bombarded for three days by the President of the republic, who failed to capture it, and I doubt if there has ever yet been a peaceable election. Dur ing our stay here we have had several glimpses of Incipient revolutions and bloody skirmishes. Guinea Pig for Breakfast. We had been in the habit of going out on horseback with a few friends, abont once a week, to a suburban village called Paucar pati, where it is the correct thing to break fast on Guinea pig aud other local delica cies, But the next day after our last visit there another 'party "came to grief" in a terrible manner. It seems that two groups of rival political factions happened to meet in front of the breakfasting place aud, as usual, at once resorted to such convincing arguments as are contained in pistols, dag gers, stones and clubs. A young English man of the visiting' party received "a bullet through bis hat, as shots and missiles came living tbmush the windows; the ladies fainted, the landlord was wounded almost unto death, and one servant was killed. The party was compelled to remain there all day and night,, for fighting was kept up at irreeular intervals along the road to town, though troops were sent out twice to dis perse the insurgents; and the record of the day's casnalties amounted to more than 100 killed and wounded. In earlier days there was no town in the interior ot Sonth America so well built as Arequipa, but numerous earthquakes have taught the people the wisdom of sticking re ligiously to a certain not pretentious style of architecture. There is a great scarcity of timber here, or it-would be popular in the construction of the houses, for those made of wood can hold out against quaking and' heaving foundations better than others made of more solid materials. ' The Greatest Earthquake. The worst earthquake within the memory of citizens now living occurred in 1868, when hundreds of people were killed out right, thousands seriously wounded, 22 churches, including the splendid Cathedral, destroyed, and between 4,000 and 6,000, buildings leveled to the ground. Happily it did not occur when people were asleep" in their bedj, and thinks to the warning given' by premonitory ihoeki, and tho prevailing low height of the buildings, so that the fall ing walls did not in most places cover the whole of the streets, the loss of liie was less than it would otherwise have been. I bave heard the stonrof that terrible time from the lips of several who lost home and loved ones by it. The first shock was felt about 5 o'clock p. m. in a sliclit tremor of 'the ground, which increased in violence at intervals or is or 20 seconds, until presently the buildings began to topple. The instant a terremote is felt, the people rush, pell mell, out of doors, at whatever hour of day or night, regardless of clothes or any other consideration but self-preservation; and im mediately afterward, soon as the man whose express business it is can reach the belfry, every bell in the city begins to toll, as an expression of prayer for deliverance, or of appeal, if the terror has not subsided. On the occasion described, the quaking of the earth was accompanied by an awful rum bling, similar to the noise of an avalancl e. and in less than three minntes the church tower fell and the bells came crashing to the ground. Not a House Left Entire. The great effort of everybody was to keep well in the middle of the widest streets, to be more out of the reach ot flying stones and timber, and to reach the broad open space of the main plaza as the safest place; but the earth shoot: so that it was extremely difficult to keep one'sfeet, and in their fl'ght scores were buried under falling walls or killed by the debris that filled the air. The whole city was enveloped in clouds of dust and darkness, and above the sound of the horrible rumbling re-echoed cries of human anguish, the frantic bellowing of beasts, the howling of terrified docs and the cracking of tumbling buildings. "Not a single house was left entire in Arequipa, and but one cqurch tower re mained that of San.ta Catarina; but it was so damaged that it had to be pulled down. For weeks the citizens were compelled to live in tents pitched near the bank of the river, and for many days none dared to return to town, because the rum bling and shocks continued. Of course the rougher element ventnred forth first, and many families whose valuables were spared by the earthquake, or were but partially buried in the debris, lost all at the hands of thieves. Meanwhile Mount Misti, which had not been in eruption before during the the historical period, vomited forth quanti ties of mud, lava and clouds of smoke, the latter completelyhiding its sides from view, but through the darkness came the horrible sound of falling boulders and a roaring as of a colossal furnace. Bains of the "Woman's" Hospital. The usually calm river was rendered im passable and unfit for use, by reason of its sudden violence and sulphurous odors, while the rise in its waters was so great and rapid that within six hours several villages in the adjacent valley were swept entirely out of existence. The sick in the hospitals and the prisoners in the carcel, being un able to flee, were buried in the ruins. Just now, alter 23 years tbey are clearing out the debris from the fallen walls of what was once the woman's hospital and occupied a square in the central part of the city. We oiten extend our morning walks in that direction, and seldom pass without seeing a skull, a trunk, or some other portion of a human skeleton, removed with the dust and stones and crumbled plaster. Fast as the workmen shovel into the debris, itis dumped into boxes that are run in on an improvised railway, while a cart stands near into which the bones are mostly piled and carried off to the cemetery. . The last time we paused to watch the progress of the work, one of the diggers picked out an arm bone, wrapped it in a bit of coarse checked flannel that lay in the dirt near it, and presented it to me forarecuerdo a gruesome sonvenir of not the least sad part of the great catastrophe. Eighty women, helpless in their beds, buried amid topling walls, and not one of them savedl It is to be hoped that all werelnstantly killed, aud none left wounded to perish by slow starvation. Stranger still it seems that their remains were never taken from the heap in which they fell, but were left un buried for more than 20 years in the heart of the city. FiireiE B. Wabd. HO WASTE IS HOTELS. What Becomes of the Food Left is the Guests' Dishes. Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.l In a widely published letter from the pen of M. Paul Blouet, better known by his pen name, "Max O'Bell," was the statement that the average American hotel of the large cities wasted iood enpugh every day to feed half a regiment of hungry soldiers. Max O'Bell formulated ' this conclusion from the dining-room side of hotel life. "He is talking abont something of which he is altogether ignorant," said a hotel pro prietor last .night, referring to O'Bell's statement. "If we did business in the way O'Bell fancies we do, there would be little use in attempting to operate a hotel for profit. "Practically there is little waste at the table. He sees a great deal of food returned to the kitchen without the imprint of even a fork. He jumps, therefore, at the conclusion that this is all 'waste.' It isn't. He for gets the hundreds of employes we have to feed. He forgets, too, that what little 'waste' there is is given to the charitable institutions, whose wagons call regularly every day. If he calls this 'waste' he is in error. Mr. O'ltell may know how to write,, but we know how to run a hotel. The Beilly who kept a hotel isn't to be com pared with some of us." . SICK UtAUALHi,. Carter's Iilttle Llrer 1'Uls. SICK HEADACHEClrter,s Little Liver 11111. SICK HEADACHEClrter,, UMe UTtrnili. SICK HEADACHE. '-Carter's Little Liver nils. noIS-TTSSU femtttw - "Thank yon, no other dressins t or mo bni woiffsAGMEBackins If yon and yonr customers are dtoathfled.witb.il, itisbecacse you did not kft Aou to tu li." AA in Faint, Drta axd Souse FumiMng Storujat Pik-Kon, xchUh . WIILSTIIN OLD NCW ftJRNITURC YaTtUth WILL T1 GLASS AND CHINAWARC at OiO will Stain tinwarc tame WILL STAIHIOUR OLD SASHtTB titntm will Stain bait's Coach and IK-BON A FAINT THAT Offl WV T CAJV Sgt rAO.m WA L WOLF? b RANDOLPH, Fhuadalpnls. JWM7PMfS 3 BOTTLES iBiiJlilJliajj Cnred mv T)jeiIn when Physicians Failed. HOSOIBE IiTOIWAIS, Marlboro, juass. 1 toerarTOyctrsr.pjMd!! , and old: Hostage pud. Address, Gnt.381 Columbus AT.iBditon,lIa. ntrte Hnu 1 1 If shoes Si 19 SEW ADVEKTISEaLEM'. If iioii have a COLD or COUGH,; acute or leading to CONSUfifiPTEO?., OF PURE COI MVEK OIL AND B7F07HOSPBI7SS of znip jjm soda. ti suits crrxaB E'oast it. This Tjronaratlon contains the Btlmula- I 1 tlnff properties of the Ilypophosphites I and fine Sarutalan Cod Liver OU. Used , ! bv nhvslcians all the world over. It 13 as I palatable as millc Three times as efflea- 5 clous as plain un .uver un. a jrenect Emulsion, better than allothersmado. For I all forms of Wasting Viscoses, Mroncnttls, consumption; Scrofula, and as a Flesh Producer I I there Is nothing iiko 5C0TTS EMUISIOH. It la sold by all Druggists. Let no one by I profuse explanation or impudent entreaty induce you to accept a suosutnie. airmcAL. DOCTOR WH5TTIEFI 814 l'ENTf AVKSUE, riXTSBUEG, PA. As old residents know and back files of Pitts burg papers prove. U ihe oldest established and most prominent physician in the city, cie roting special attention to all chronic diseases. empSonn;N0FEEUNTILCURED MCDVfll IQand mental diseases, physical I H L 11 V U U O decay, nervous deoility, lack of energy, ambition and hope, impaired memory, disordered ai;br, self distrust, bashfulceas, dizziness, sleeplessness, pimples, eruption', im poverished blood, failing powers, organic weak ness, dyspepsia, constipation, consumption, un fitting the. person for business, societyand mar riage, permanently, safely and privately cored. BLOOD AND SKINsdtigeae7nsn blotches, falling hair, bones, patns. glandular, swelling, ulcerations of tonzue, mouth, throat, ulcers, old sores, are cured for life, and blood poisons thoroughly eradicated from the system. 1 1 RIM A RV Sidney and bladder derangc UnillMM liments, weak back, gravel. ca tarrhal dlscbaigea, inflammation and other painful symntoms receive searching treatment, prompt relief and real cure. Dr. Whiuier's life-long, extensive experience insures scientific and reliable treatment on common-sense principles, consultation tree. Fatiems ata distance as carefully treated as if here. Office boors. 9 a. 21. trf" 8 P. M. Sunday. 10 A. 11. to 1 p. M. onlv. DR. YVHITTIER. S14 Penn avenue, Pittsburg. Pa. Ja8-J0-Dsuwk GRAY'S SPECIFIC MEDICINE CURES NERVOUS DEBI LI TY. LOST VIGOR. LOSS OF MEMORY, full particulars la pamphlet tent free. 'Die genuine Oray's bpeclsc old by druaiclsU only t yellow wrapper. Price, 1 pec pAckajre, or six for S3, or by nuL on recelnc ot nrlre. bT addreii- 3n THE BRAT MEDICINE CO, Buiralo, 2L. 3f Sold In Pittsburg by 3. S. hullasi-. coniac Bmtmfleta and Liberty iu. ratn7-W-Owfc NERVEAND BRAIN TREATMENT.1 Spedfle for Hysteria, Dizziness, Fits. Neuralgia, Wait fulness, Mental Depression. Softening ot tne Brain, re sulting la Insanity and leadim; to misery decarana death. Premature Old Ase, Barrenness. Los30t Power In either sex. 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