WEFR Iv- not w A Lu -1 (1“ A. IF "I"? F) SOFT BLACK EYES. What a tiivial thing will color the whole ofa man s life! How small an in- oident compose?! to the large future he has mapped for himself ma y make or mar it! I learned all this and more one sultry May day in Mexico five years c. ‘gl had been sent to Mexico as chief of a surveying corps to establish the bound- aries of the Santa Anita grant, which lay along the Rio Clare just outside the city of Chihuahua. It was a responsi- position for a young man, and I held my head high. It wasthe day of La Fiesta de San Guadalupe. dead, I understood se veial hundred years, but 1n Mexico that doesn’ t make . any difi‘erence; the longer they are dead idle more they are thought of and the bigger a birthday party they have. A1- most every other week contains the feast day of some saint or saintess and trade and commerce are suspended to do the occasion justice. The natives of Mexico are the most perennially pious people on earth. Why. I have known them—men in my own employ—to be so enthused over the post- humous birthday of some long dead saint that they would get up in the gray dawn to go about celeb1ating it. This morning—the morning of Guadalupe’ s feast dayéthe whole force of peons un- der me had struck. N o chainman, no flagman, no axeman was left me. Only Sims and Bailey, my two American as- sistants, stayed behind. When I began abusing them for the customs of Mexico, they said while they did not care remote— 1y for the saint to whom it was dedi~ cated, still they were glad it was a holi- day, and they thought they would go up stream and fish awhile. They were on- 1y indifierent laymen, without any re- ligious feeling. When I was left alone in camp I spent a short time on my field notes, when it came over me that I was wasting the day. Just outside the Chaparral the river was laughing and murmuring in the open. It seemed to ask me to walk beside it. The adobe huts along its banks were tenantless; their inmates had gone to the feast. _ But, strange sight, there at the bend of the river where the waters were the merriest, was a solitary worker, and whatever she was doing she was doing with a vim. A dark-eyed, dark-haired daughter of Spain she seemed to be, and yet she was working—and working hard —on a feast day! A fit of curiosity seized me to know what she was doing. and why she was doing it. I approached her with the Question 011 my lips; at what did she work, and por—kay? (I spell it as I said it). Softly she raised a pair of melting orbs, and sweetly and eloquently she answered me. From her reply, in the most musical language in the world, I gathered that she would be at the feast, but that she must cleanse the soiled linen that lay around her on the sand, for the owner of it, a gentleman who was staying at the United States Hotel. wanted. it by noon, and to-morrow would not do (she said this plaintively). If it were not done by noon, she finished most pathetically, she would get no dinero, and that she needed in the superlative degree. Dinero! Ah, the next most potent thing in Mexico to saints’ day is money. As her red lips told me this, her great black eyes wandered from the miled clothes at her feet to the spires of the cathedral in the distance and the wav- ing foliage of the plaza where the feast- ing and merry making were going on. There was a look of sadness and longing in them as she gazed. Being a tender hearted man, I asked her if there was ought I could do for her. In a wonder- ful mixture of Anglo Spanish, which I invented w hile in Mexico, and which no one could ever master but myself I as— sured her I was at her service if she so desired, and asked how I could assist her. The black eyes flashed gratitude ere the scarlet mouth said. in silver sweet tones: “Would I sit on a rock beside her and rub the shirts of the gentle- man on a large rock with a very small rock?” Looking back 110w in the light of ma- turer wisdom,-I can see that I should have declined that job on the. ground that it was too uneesthetic. But—I didn’t. 011 the contraiy, I accepted it efiusively. There was a touch of ro- mance about it that appealed to me— the day itself appealed to me for the first time. I began to feel something of the enthusiasm for feast days ‘that had taken my men out before daybreak. I would not be so hard on them again, I- thought. Trulyit was a very pretty custom, and I began to sympathize with it and to un- derstand it better. If San Guadalupe had not been so long interred, in the gladness of my heartI would have sent Inn a bouquet. All this I tried to con- fide to Lucia. It touched her; it sound- ed. she said, like stories she had read in the convent. Her name was a poem in itself: Lucia Eulalia Garcia y Valdez. And mine? After that poem it seemed common to say that I was plain “Jack Biggs.” But she anticipated me; she pointed to one of my business cards that had escaped my vest pocket when I threw it on the 65nd. “Meester Beegs, que no?” she lisped, and it did not sound at all badly from her lips It was pleasant to know she did not dislike my name; this was one way of saying. as everybody knows, that its owner was not disagreeable to her. all floating in the breeze from the low Chaparral along the river bank. ‘ Lucia Eulalia glanced gratefully and alternately at the snowy linen and at me. My natn ral thoughtfulness led me to suggest that we might (L) the family washing while we were about it. Her brother Antonio, the sheepherder whom she had mentioned with sisterly affec- . , tion—did not his things have need of 'morrow and rain for Dmonths——who The saint himself had been ' . —Detroit Free Press. As we talked we washed, and long be- I fore noon the gentleman's shirts were . 11k. tlu 1.1 home " present, " I said; “it might set in to- brows?” Lucia Eulalia looked at the contra- dicting blue of the skies, and laughed at my weather prophecies. but she ran to her adobe dwelling a fe v rods away and brought from it a bundle of An- tonio's “things.” They 11 ad apparently been waiting for me for years. His wardrobe ranged from bandanas to dingier overalls. As I warmed up to the ambitious task of cleansing them, under Lucia Eulalia’ s approving smiles, all nature seemed to smile; the sun , shone warm and warmer; the river ran blue and bluer—for Lucia had “blued” it. She had also “allowed” the root of a whole soap tree to Antonio’s garments. She was right in doing this, but, some how, in my struggle with the sheep- herding stains of six months. I had dis- tributed a good deal or lather over my person. When this unaccustomed fa- tigue began to show on me, Lucia - Eulalia asked softly if I "had tire.” I “Oh, no!” I was declaring, “I have no tire,” when some approaching American voices were heard. Lucia clapped her hands tragically, and, running to the Chaparral, began hastily to gather the linen therefrom. I caught from her manner that the owner of the shirts had tired of waiting and was coming for them. I had divined aright, but I had not divined far enough. As they emerged from the alameda to the west of the river, I could see they were a lady and gentleman. I had almost managed a look of industry and innocence, as they approached us, and raised my eyes to impress them with it, when—gracious saints! Guadalupe and great J ehosaphat! Was that Maxwell! The man I had robbed of the valedictory in ’87 at Ann Arbor? True, I had no grudge against him on that account, but my dream of meeting him again and "making it right” had not been like ’1 1is! Maxwell , it was, with his stylish bride. He threw me a careless glance at first; then I be- gan to“ dawn on him, slowly but surely. He quizzed Lucia 1n miserable Spanish, tn a cowardly way, I thought. “Quien es?” he said, indicating me. . Smilingly, as if pleased so to honor me, Lucia presented me to Maxwell and his wife as "Miamigo, Senor Becgs.” I could feel that the blueing, and the soap root, and the river water were all min— gling in one giand river of perspiiation toward the collar of my negligee shirt. I could feel that all the cons tella tions 1n the heavens and all the mundane land- scape around me were waltzing giddily together. An intense longing for home and mother came over me that more words cannot depict. For one wild mo- ment I thought I would rush into my old chum’s arms and tell him all, like the wronged he1o in the last act. I would say vehemently: “This is-nc t-me—reglar' business-I’m-a— civil-‘engineer-at-$250-a-month-I’m-only- doing-this-for-fun,” etc. But while I was thinking this—how often are our best intentions thwarted thusl—Maxwell coughed. It was not a 'consumptive cough. It was just a little grating sound that contained more painful surprise, and pity, and regret than a volume of Browning could. That froze me as I stood—or sat. Fixedly I gazed at the Sierra Madras over his head, as if try— ing to fathom the “lost” mines hidden there. Maxwell s watch ticked 1n the painful silence. “Alice,” he said, sternly, “we must not miss that train.” Out of my life they went, with the clothes I had washed for them, as sud- denly as they came in. I strained my ears to hear him say, “Poor fellow! To come to that—rather bright at college, but this country seems to rob a fellow of ambition—” Maxwell, I knew, was nevera secretive man; they were going East, and, well—— Lucia Eulalia gathered 11p the extra coins he had thrown her for me and said, , softly: “Have you sad, senor?” I “Yes,” I said, “I have sadness, also : sickness; I would go back to camp at once.” As I drew on my spattered coat and vest over tired arms, I said, almost earn- estly: “Lucia Eulalia Garcia y Valdez, I shall never forget this day of the fiesta of San Guadalupe.” Nor have I.—San Francisco Argo- naut. No Blood Shed. They met at the corner of Mom 06 ave. and Farmei st root the other ev ening and both jumped back and put their right hands in their pistol pockets. “Boy, doan‘ yo’ put a finger on me!” cried the first in a voice full of me- nace. “An’ yo’ jess be mighty keerful dat yo’ doan’ rub agin me!” replied the~ second. “Ize got a razor right yore in my pocket!” " "So 5 I!" “Next time I go up to see Miss J 0111:- son an’ find yo' prognosticatin’ around' dar’ sumbody’ s gwine to git hurted!" “An‘ next time I go up dar an’ find yo I conglomeratin’ in dat parlor dar will he a tragedy!” “Shoo! Reckon yo’ can't skeet no Wid big words!" “An’ yo’ can’t skeer me, neitherl” “I’ze gwine to precipitate long my way, but yo'jess member de memorial warnin’ what I has warned yo’ 'boutl” “Shoo! I’ze gwine to idealize ’round de co’ner, an’ if yo’ foller me I'll make yo’ think de synonym has busted up an’ I knocked de cocnorporate all to squash!” An Impossible Grocer. A story is told of a grocer engaged h business in a London suburb, to the effect that he on'ce declined to ottond a very popular concert, even though a tree ticket was offered him. “Ye see,” he said to the person who ofiered him the ticket, “if I went I‘d see I0 many people who owe me money for groceries it would spoil my fun, and the eight 0' me would spoil theirs. I'll stay —Harper‘s Round '1‘ STRICTLY PROFESSIONAL ‘Doetor “”10 Never Mixes Social Talk With His Duties u a Physician. “In my experience,” said a well known doctor “1 have met with many curious examples of distorted ideas of what pro- fessional etiquette should be, but the most marked case of any is to be found in a Philadelphia doctor of high stand- ing. “He possesses considerable skill, and this, along with many mannerisms and affections, with a startling nicety of dress always in the latest fashion, has made this physician the pet of the world of fashion, who are willing to pay ex- . 'orbitant prices for indulging in a social fad. They all like him because he is so difierent. “The doctor is a great stickler on the ethics of medical practice, and considers his methods the only proper ones for a physician to follow. He refrains when visiting a patient from saying anything to any person in the house, aside from asking for information concerning the case in hand, but a most polite ‘Good- day’ when arriving and leaving. He he- lieves that the doctor should be apart ; from the man; so, in awe]! defined man- 5' ner, he conducts a dual life—Dr. Blank T asthe physician and 131'. Blank as the I social man. “You can imagine how this cool pro- fessional manner seems in the homes of his friends, yet no matter how closely he may be connected when called in pro- fessionally he always maintains his at» titude. “I know of one case in which he was called in by a college chum to attend his wife. sort of friends in college, having roomed together and graduated in the same class. But, as such things go in this world, they had not seen much of each other in late years, their business keep« ing them apart and kind fortune having favored the man’s home with health, so there was noneed for a physician. But he called his friend in when he needed him. At the door he met him with a cordial greeting and a hearty handshake, only to have a. cold ‘Good morning’ and an indifferent grasp of the hand in re- turn. “The man, thinking he must have The two had been the warmest A SHIP'B' KITCHEN. A Place for Everything and Everything In Its Place. Though there be many who go down to the sea in ships, and who con- tinue thereon for days, there are few who ever see or really know the kitchen side of the boat. Though there is almost as much dif- ference between the kitchens of the ocean palaces and the rough sailing craft as there is between the very rich and the hopelessly poor, they are alike in one thing, and that is their economy of space. “A nice, large kitchen,” the delight of New England housekeepers, is unknown at sea, and would be unappreciated if known. Meals for five hundred or a thousand persons will be cooked in a room scarcely as large as the kitchen in a low priced flat, or the pantry in a country house. There are two reasons for this: Space is valuable, every foot of it having its value as storage for freight 01' room for passengers; then on ship the kitchen floors are kept clean by scrubbing them with sand. They are about as white as the tables, and the smaller the kitchen the easier "to keep it inorder. With a small kitchen it is a prime ne- cessity to keep everything in its place, and one must be systematic from the simple logic of the circumstances. It would amaze one to see how compactly the supplies for the large household .on board of ships can be arranged. Noth- ing is left down on shelves 01' in drawers which may be hung on hooks. Even the platters and serving dishes are made to hang, there being a loopehole on one end for this very purpose. The system of arrangement and con- duct is faultless. It has become what it is by a process of evolution, and there is no break in it. To get much into lit- tle, to do things neatly, quickly and well, are the principles on which ships. are run, from the captain’s place to the humblest on board. Even Mr. Grad- grind would find there all the system he wanted. Two things have added much to the health and comfort of sea going folks— ‘ the process of canning soups, fish meats some cause for his appaiently cool, in- , different manner, said no more but con- 1 ducted him tohis wife’s room, where he answered all the questions put to him by the physician. As he was going down stairs he stopped in the library, and tak- . i is not. It is provided, according to the ing up a decanter, said: “ ‘Allow me to give you a glass of sherry, doctor?’ ”This the doctor refused, and proceed- ed on his way down stairs, and with a 'good-day’ went out. “The gentleman was nonplussed by his strange action. The friend of his college days so changed! His medita- tions was interrupted by the ringing of the bell, and on going to the head of the stairs found it was the doctor returned. - But it was not the doctor; it was the man. “The returned doctor did not wait for his friend to come down and greet him but rushed upstairs, and taking his hand was most cordial. This puzzled the gentleman more than ever, and he began to think his friend had really gone in- sane. But his old college chum dragged him into the library, where, without waiting for an invitation from his host, I he took up the decanter and poured out two glasses of wine. Then, selecting an , 1 easy chair, he sat down with the re- mark: “ ‘Well,_John, this is like the good old days gone by.’ “Then he plied all sorts of questions to the astonished man, who was so amazed that everything seemed jumbled to him. Finally he recovered himself to ask him the meaning of his actions upon his first visit. The doctor explain- ed how rigidly he adhered to a line of ethics in medical practice, and how he never presumed that a professional call was intended to be a social visit. “ ‘Now,’ he went on, I "finished my professional call, went outside and wait- ed awhile; then I made my social call, for I was anxious to see and talk to you, John. I never allow any of my pa- tients to say I overstepped the line of ; professionalism even one iota. “My life'as a doctor and my life as a man are two different things altogether, and I keep them apart from each other, so that they are perfect strangers. It may seem strange, but it is an idea I mve'! ’7 CHURCH INVITES BICYCLISTS. lthey May Go in Their Riding Tags, and Their \Vheels “’1" Be (Jared For. Sunday bicyclists will be welcomed in I the Church of the Redeemei in Astoria. the leading Episcopal chu1 ch in Long Island City. Dr. Cooper began his address a recent Iunday morning in these words: “Young men, if you must ride bicy- cles on Sundays, come to church, no matter if you are attired in riding cos- . tume. We will make you welcome and I will make arrangements to have your wheels taken care of during services. Two sons of a communicant of this church went bicycling one ‘11nday re- cently. “Before leaving their mother told them not to return until they had been to‘church. They arrived at the church door here dressed in bicycle costume shortly after service began. There wheels were taken care of, and they were escorted to the rector‘s pew, and it pleased me to see them there. Do not stay away from church Sundays be- cause you ride a bicycle. Bring the wheel to church with you.” Paasoc. 1c is stated that in one week last year one railroad issued to membe1s of the New York Legislature. for themselves and friends, 448 passes—Al bany Argus M-r. McSw at(getting ready for church) -Lobe1ia, what’s the matter with this necktie? I can’t find any way to fasten the blamed thing on. Mrs. McSwat—Ohl oh! Put that down.‘ hat! 7 lThstsm‘ac‘w fly luck to the pond (about thirty yards and vegetables and the use of refrigera tors. The luxuries of the table on land ap- pear on the tables at sea. Even fish—— that most difficult food to serve fresh, appears to the very end of the voyage. If the kitchen is small the refrigerator size of the ship, with an amount of ice, varying from one hundred to four hun- dred tons and holds also the fish, meat and poultry. It is far away from the kitchen, be- cause the cooks do not help themselves to the supplies. These are given out as needed. Both canned and fresh vegeta- bles are carried, the former being served when the fresh are gone. While many ships and steamers still continue to lay 1n :1 supply of, water, others do not, and all carry a condenser, which makes it possible to have the best fresh water directly from the ocean, and this, being distilled water, is absolutely pure. This water serves for all purposes except the baths. Salt water is provided for these. When wateris carried, it is stored at the bottom of the ship and pumped up. The Movament for Christian Union. The Grindelwald Conference issued I circular recommending that on Whit- sunday Christian ministers “devote at least one sermon to calling attention to the good work of some branch of the Church other than their own, especially those branches whose many excellencies are obscured from the observation of their fellow Christians by the prejudice and suspicion engendered by centuries of strife.” The appeal is indorsed by a special committee of the Anglican Lambeth Conference of Bishops, includ- ing the Archbishops of Canterbury, 1 Armagh and Dublin, all the English and Scottish Presbyterian Moderators, the chairman of the English Congregational Union, the president of the English Baptist Union, and such representative American religious leaders as Dr. Lyman Abbott, Bishop Henry W“. Warren I (Methodist), Bishop Potter (Episcopal), and the Rev. Dr. R. S. MacArthur. Farragut in the Rigging. It isa familiar but an always thrilling story how Admiral Farragut, in carry- ing his fleet into Mobile Bay on Aug. 5, 1864, posted himself 11p in the rigging of his flagship, the Hartford, and direct- ed the sailing and the fighting from that exposed elevation. He had to sail between two formida- ble forts—Gaines on the one and Mor- gan on the other—rover a line of hidden pile and hidden torpedoes, and then, when he had got over these strong and complicated defences and was within the bay, he had to engage a strong Confedé crate squadron. The brilliancy and bravery with which the enterprise was carried through, to the complete defeat of the Confederates can never be for- gotten. Evidence of an Ancient Fund. One epitaph in Trinity Church yard is valuable as showing the antiquity of a still vigorous sentiment: “Here lies the body of Mr. William Bradford, printer, who departed this life May 23, 1752, aged 92 years. He was born in Leicestershire. Old England, in 1.660, and came over to America in 1682 before the city of Philadelphia was laid out.” It would thus appear that the Gothamite idea of the Quaker city existed so long ago as the seventeenth century. Llewellyn W00p,. the old Welshman who runs the rope ferry between the towns of Sagawan and Deemville, R. 1.. has two trained flying fish. He caught them in 1889 off Nantucket and keeps them in a small salt water pond back of his dwelling. They will fly to him when he stands by a big water barrel on his back porch, and he feeds them while in the barrel. Sometimes they will remain there seve1al hours, but as a rule they The burly-mu Junior. “'5": It is not generally known that there is a. well- defined prejudice against curly-haired men when it comes to choosing a jury to try criminal cases. The prejudice, when it is manifested, comes from the defence. When asked to explain the objection to curly. haired men, a prominent practitioner the other day said: “When I was jusr star-ting my legal mentor incul- cated that idea in me. He said that ’ curly-haired men had almost invari- ably been the pampered darlings of their parents, and in their youth had been so used to having their own way that they had come to believe that everybody on'earth was wrong except themselves. In this way the seeds of opposition were sown, and when they grow older they make it a point to disagree with everybody and every- thing. If everybody else on the jury votes for acquittal, they vote for con- viction, as a. matter of course. They live on combat, and are as stubborn as the days are long. A curly—haired man never gets on the jury when I am defending a. man if I can see him [11 time.”—New Orleans Times-Demo- crat. Literally Made Him Eat'uii Words. “While I was at Moscow," writes a traveller, “a. volume was published in favor of the liberty of the people. In this book the iniquitous conduct of the public functionaries and even of the sovereign were censured severely. The book created great indignation, and the offender was at once taken into custo— dy. After being tried in a summary way, he was condemned to eat his own words. A seaff‘old was erected in a public square, the imperial provost, the magistrates and the physicians of the CZar attending; the book was separa- ted from the binding, and the margin cut off. The author was then served, leaf by leaf, by the provost, "and was obliged to swallow this unpalatable stuff on pain of the knout, more feared in Russia than death. As soon as the medical gentlemen were of the opinion that he had eaten as much as he could with safety, the transgressor was re- turned to prison. This punishment was renewed the following days until, after several hearty meals,eve1y leaf of the book was actually swallow e11. ” Detroit Free Press. His First Impression. 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