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EED CLOUD CHIEF
A. O. HOSMER, Proprietor.
SIXTY-FOUR. . -
Yoars so many! Sixty-four.
All come knocking at my Uoor.
:nv the tiny baby years, -
Ripe with smiles and ripe with tears.
Then the buqjant. childish ones.
Rejoicing in the summer siis.
feeding not the winter's cold
"While wrapt in love's protecting foil
And now the youthful maiden years.
Timid joys and trembling fears.
Hoping for a future bright,
"Without the gloom of sorrow's nijat.
Then come the years of woman's life.
Sometimes peace and sometimes strifa.
Fond caressing, trials borne.
Sad nights following brightest mom
Mother's cares and wifely love.
Hle?ed by God in Heaven above,
Lipmg prayers nnd baby smiles.
Shielding one from Satan's wiles.
And lat. the years of ripe old ass.
Gazing down on memory's page
At deeds and thoughts of other years.
"With joys all passed and Uned up tears.
Thus, thus they gather all around.
Years so many to me bound;
They are now but sixty-four
Will any more knock at my door?
-V. 11 Graphic
His Own Story of a Romance and
Ita Endings. s
Written for This Paper.
Alt ain't no frolic In
whut I'm srwise ter
tell. I know dat some
folks thinks darter nig.
per's life is made up o'
laziniss an' skvlarkin.
but dat belief,' 'speci
ally itr my case, ain't
de truf. O, Ihadmv
fun w'ca I wuz er
youngster. Bless you.
dar want er pusson in
tde neighborhood dat
hankered alter mis.
chief mo' den Dave
Summers did. but
'tead o' o!e age brin?.
in dat peace an' rest
which, cben in de libely time o youth,
sensible pusson looks forward ter, dar
conie trouble o' de blackest sort.
Wen I wuz erbout fifty years ole. de
notion cot inter my head dat I aushter
preach. I doan know how it pot dar snoly
not becase I had been thinkin' erbout it
lrde lustthmir I know d r bout it wuz
v.-akin uiione mawnin widde idee. I talked
wid some o my f rien's an' da s.iid. Dave,
cat i or call, an' vou better not be projjick-
ia" wid it. l)o speret wantsyer ter Mia? j er
voice inter de gospal work an you better
not make er Jonah o' yere'f by tryin' ter
But how's I tr.vine ter preach !" I axed.
I"s bout ez much ez I ken di ter read."
Ie 1-awd ain't axed yer ter read." one o'
civ f rien's savs. "He axes yer ter preach ;ef
K-on ken read er little, you ken Tarn how ter
I west erway, michty troubled in my
mine. My wife had been deal fur sebrel
year:, an' not habin' any chillun I libed by
myse'f in a cabin on er bi plan'ation. I
shet myself up an' prayed. Da naixt
xnawnin' my load 'peared ter be heavier.
Dafwunt nothin' left fur me, so I says: "I
will preac:i. I will get somebody ter l'arn
me how ter read mo' an' I will preach de
sr.-vpul de bes' I knows how.' Den I thought
o' my load but it wuz pone. It want long
till I stood up in de pulpit. Dar wuz sebrel
smart men in de church, an' it 'peared ter
maze em misht'ly ter yereer ignunter man
er I wuz talk erbout heaben an' de souls o'
men. Ah. Lawd ! ignunce ken fling ez much
h-hton some subjecs ez degreates arthly
wisdom ken. I went at my work in conies',
r.ot tryiu ter git up er great 'citement, but
"ieuvorin' ter show de folks de right way
tor live in dis worl so da would be better
prepared furde life ter come: an'ef dar
eb-r wuz er man dat wuz hones' an' true ter
b.s callin I blebes dat I wuz de pusson.
'Mongde members o" my fiock wbse er
n.ichty likely "onian named Frances. I wuz
i i i dra wed toward her by her sir.gin', an'
o-:e time when de sweetness o' her music
d.I away, I looked at her an' 'knowledge!
tr mvMj'f dat I loved her. At fust she sung
1 7 n
o t.i r j
":.ZT !!-? TKM"TATIOXP5 EUWAT.'
fur my oul. an I vrorshiped wid her, but
ntt'T w'ile s!ic sung ter my heart an I wor
s.hi;ed her. I tried er think o my ole wife
ly:n in de shade o' de ycamo" trees, an' in
my laiiM I could ee de rail pen round her
grave, but de naxt minit de grave an' dc
tre:s would 1k gine an in dar place would
Man" a likely onn. smiliu at me. 1 went
ter my ole wife's grave an drapjed tiown
on my knee an j-ayed. De broid syconio'
lea-es waved andpeck4 o moonlight come
s.ftin down like i flyin chaff o new oats
dat Ketches dc lisit o de fresh bo'n day.
Ji muwkin bird sung in er tree close
to-?, but way cer on er hill.
cried I thought how me
ti.n' my oM
wife h;l wucked in the fiel.
.de y s:dt. an' debird seemed ter sing
sweeter, but den, tW;t me an" de grave dar
Lung er bright smile. I tried ter rub it out
vid my liau , but daiit hune, an' through
its brightness I seed c worm -cat head board
de grave. "O, Lad," I prayed. --let dis
, tem'tation pass crwa, Letdy sarveat in
his old age hab de stin'th ter turn f urn de
high-strung follies o' young man." I ria
up, wid de damp, dead rass clingin' ter my
Irnees. De lightsgunteihine fum dc church
close by, an de sad answellin' songo' de
eongergatiou peared teiiy r trimblin' han'
on my heart. Why did on er sudden ieaa
ergiuertreei Becaze leard her roice. I
P -went inter dc church a ez I walked wid
"bowed head toward de Hpit I heard somo
Im&y waipor: --He's bn in de woods ter
' ,')!'" "H'li'ii'V )
'J it.-Thm? -c
- -," V I Z- VIM
ft J .A - N '-- ?5C &? "
pray." I did not look up bat I knowed who
it wuz dat vvhispwrcd. for my heart felt de
tech o' de tremblin' han'. I preached dat
night de best I could, an' it seemed dat I
made my hearers feel some o' my own sad
ness, fur w'en I called fur de stricken in
heart ter come up ter de mou'ners' bench
mo' come forward den had ebor come be
fo under de' fluence ' my callin'. We stayed
late in de churoh dat night. Nearly all de
mou'ners, habin' iruck ter do de naixt day,
had dun left' de house w'en I noticed one
po' feller whose heart, it 'pearod like, wuz
almos' broke. He lay flat on de flo' an'
groaned like he suffered great pain. I went
ter him. raised him up an' nil' hU head ou
my knee. De congenration thinned out, one
by one. I loaned over an' talked ter de po'
man. Lookin' up I seed dat Francos wuz
kneelin' wid us.
"Lady sister Frances." I said, it's time
dat you wuz goin' home. De can'les Is all
burned away an' de lamps is goin' out."
'I will stay an' he'p you pour do ba'm on
dis po' sinner," she replied.
"I didu' say no mo: but w'en, mo' den er
houratterwardsde sinner go; up ter go I
says ter her:
'Sister Frances, if you ain't got no 'jec
tions, I'll walk home wid you."
She smiled de same smile dat I had seed
twixt me an' de worm eat head bsa'd o' de
grave an' said dat she would be pleased fur
me ter 'company her. I doan know whut I
said tor her ez we walked erlong, but I know
dat w'en we got ter de little gate in front
o' de cabin' w'ar her folks libed, she wuz
leanin' on my arm. Do moon bad gone
down, an' de nuttorin' in de trees in de yard
told me dat de mawnin' birds wuz tixia' ter
begin dar twitterin'.
"Brudder Summers," said deladyez I wuz
erbout ter bid her good-bye, "dar 'pears ter
besuthiu' on yo' mine."'
"Not only on my mine. Sister Frances, but
dar U suthin' on my heart."
I wuz goin' ter turn erway attr dis, but
she put her han' on my arm de ume tremb
liB' han' dat had teeheJ my heart an' said:
'Tell me 'boat yo' troubles. Tell me
whut is lyin' on yo' heart."
Er tremblin ban', lady."
Does you know dat it h er han J"
"Yas. fur I ken see it ia ; light o' er
Isdehan' cold J"
'Is it ez wa'm ez mine!" she said, ez s:e
put her han' in my oxvn fevor-lik grasp.
De naixt minit my arms wuz around her.
De mawnin' birds twittered in de trees,
light gunter wiak crcross do bottoms, an'
dar. ez de gold o' de day wuz chasin' de
fleetin" silver o' de dawn, I axed hor ter be
7o wuz married. I tuck her ter my cabin
an' er bright light fell on my hearthstone.
She wanted ter he'p me in my wuck o'
'swadin' folks ter do right. ''I know." she
said, "dat folks all er round ua will be mak
in' mo' money den we is. tut money doan
water de flowers o' de heart, nur broaden
de joy ment dat comes ter de soul." I lubed
her deeper aSer she said dat, fur I seed dat
her natur want vain nur her heart set upon
de flesh jwts o' de world.
I doan know wuder I preached better ur
not, but I know dat wut I said gunter hab
mo' 'fluence, an dat folks gunter come fum
fur erway plan'ations ter $ere me. My
wife's folks moved away, acd w'en I axed
heref she didn't feel like sle aughter go
wid 'em. she smiled at wut sne called my
foolish joke, put her arms eround my naik
"Dave, w'en I goes erway fim you I'll be
toted twixt men dat will walk low."
Two years passed erway tm o' de hap
pies' years o' my life. One day dar wuz
some bills stuck up 'nouncin' cat Andrew
Henniren, er colored politician cat libed in
town, would on de naixt Friday make er
speech ter de folks. Er campaign wuz on
han' an' gre't intrus' wuz felt in ce outcome
W'en de day come de weather wiz so show
ery dat da coulda' hoi' de racetir.' out do's,
so some o' de men come ter me an' axed me
ef da mout meet in de church. Ididn' much
think dat it wuz de right sorter meetin' ter
be hel' in de house o' de Lawd. but seein'
dat da wuz all so anxious, I tole 'em dat da
mout. Den da axed m ter go ober an' lis
sen ter ce fre't speech wut d generman
wut gwineter make. Ididn' Ike de idee
o' settin in my own church and lissenin'
ter de skussion o' de crfairs o' de worl. Den
Frances spoke up:
"VTy Dave." she said. '-If we air gwir.e
ter lib in de worl' we mus' take Mine intrus
in de erfairs o de worl. Ef t nan hab got
any thing wuth yearin, I doan see w'v we
aughteuter go an' lissen ter km. Ef we
flads dat wut he says ain't fit fur us. w'y
den we ken come erway.'
"Wut you says is true, Francis, I replied,
"an' you mus' scuse me ef I is loldin' you
back in any way. Er ole man loves wid
jest ez much wa'mth ez er young -nan does,
an' it is er pity dat ho doan lub wil ez much
"You rausn't talk dat way. Dive."' she
said wid er laugh, "fur in lovin' me yo'
jedgment ain't made no mitake.'
Hennifen wuz cr tall, yaller man an' wuz
much younger den I "spectcd ter tnc him.
In his sp.ech he ued er good deal ' strone
talk, an' called er lot o folks da: wa'n't
present.liars an' thiei-es. I didn't like dis,
but er man dat set naixt ter me tole me dat
it wuz all right, an dat ef de speaker didn't
do dater way de folks would think dat he
wuz erfeerd tor 'nounce his priiciples.
Atter dc speakln wuz over, de speaker come
up ter me, hil out Iris han' an' said:
'Mr. Summers, I has often hearn o' vou,
sah, an' I takes dis 'turity o' shakia ban's
Wen I had shuck nan's wid him, he said:
"Is dis yo' daughter wid you J"
"My wife, sob,' said I.
"Ah. I'se pleased ter meet de ladv."
We walked on outen de houe, an Hen
nifen wuz so busy talkin "bout de gre't ,rin
ciples o' his party dat he didn't seem ter
notice dat he wuz walkin' erway fun de
croud wid us. Atter w'ile he stopjted an'
said dat he reckoned he better go back.
"Won't you walk on home wid us J" my
I thanks you kindly: I bl'ebe Iwiil," he
answered. "I would like ter see de ins'de
o' my 'stinguished 'quaintance's house,"
makin'er sideways motion wid his head at
me. "an' 'sides dat I'se got er littto bizness
ter talk ober wid him.'
"You will see er lowly household," said I,
"fur I ain't been 'paged in gederin' de
shinin goods o' de yctli. but at de do' you
will see er vine dat is watered wid truthin'
dat blooms in contentment."
"Dar ain't no reason why dar shouldn' be
some o' de shinin' goods o' de yeth in 30'
house," said ha. "De fack dat da is o' .ie
yeth doan meek 'em none de less de La.vc3,
an' bein' shiny doan' meek 'em de property
O' Satan." J
I seed my wife look at him wi'd cr quick
glance, an' I knowed dat she 'proved o' wut
he said. I seed mo' den dat I seed wut
until dat time had 'scaped me I sec! dat
de man wuz good lookin'. I felt er pang o'
oneasineas. an' I cleared my froat deep ez ef
I would rasp de pang outen my bosom.
W'en we got ter de house, he set down in
er lockin' cheer an made hisse'f look freer
an' easier den I hadeber felt la aoyhense
'cop' my own. Frances went inter de little
shed kitchln' dat j'ined de house an' cooked
dinner. It struck me dat she tuck eraeep
o' pains, specially w'en she fotch out er
table dot dat I didn't know she bad. Atter
dinner Mr. Hennifen, said dat he would gft
down ter utzness.
"Mr. Summers, you Is too smart cr man
tor be wastin' yo, substance" wuz de way
he started out. I didn't sar nothin'. He
went on; "You hab got de 'bility ter make
yo'se'f mighty usaful ter yo country. De
'fluence dat you has 'stablished ober yo' fel
ler man ken be turned ter rich ercount. De
bes' people in dis county wants ter 'leek
HUIson fur sheriff. Dis ken only be done
by good men puttin' dar shoulders ter de
wheel. I is Hillson's right !san' man, an'
I'se got de 'thority for sayin' dnt if you'll
turn in an' makd speeches fur him dat ha
will pay you welL"
My wife looked at ma. "Mr. Hennifen,"
said L "wut you say may be de truf, but I
is makin' speeches fur de Lawd."
"Yes, but makia' speeches furde Lawd.
Mr. Summers, needcatkeep you from speak
in' in faber o'Hillson."
'Dave," said my wife, "Mr. Hennifen is
sholy right, an' mo'n dat, ef dar's er man
in dis neighborhood dat needs money, you
is de man. De folks dat lissuns ter you
preach neber seems ter know dat we needs
things in dis house."
"Frances," I replied, Mr. Hillson ain't cr
man o' my choice. He has been mixed up
in ugly erfairs, an' I kain't make no speeches
fur him; so, let de subjock drap right whar
Hennifen 'sisted ou savin' mo,' nut 1 tole
him it want no ue. He didn't stay long atter
dis, but sayin' dat he would see me ergin.
"Does you alluz 'spect tor lib in poverty.1"
my wife axed.
"I doan 'spect ter meek speeches in faber
o' erdishones" man," I answered.
Hennifen'come backinterde neighborhood
de naixt week an' called at my house but I
want at home. W'en I axed Frances wut he
liad ter say. she said dat he didn't stay but
er few minits an' didn't say much o' any
thin. Er few days afterwards I hearn dat
be wuz in de neighborhood ergin', workin'
wid de voters, but he didn't come ter my
house an' I didn't hunt him.
Nearly er munt must hab passed w'en one
day I wuz called ou ter preach de funul o'
er man ober in ernuder "inuuity. I didn't
git back till late in de night. De house
wuz dark, an' ez I went up ter de do' I
tangled my foot in de vine, stumbled an
tore it up b de roots. I went in an' lit de
candle. Frances want dar. I called her
stepped to de do" an called her 'till de echo
o my voice brought back wid it de cry o er
night bird. I went ober ter er neighbors
bouse. De women folks gunter cry ez soon ez
da seed me. I axed ef da hsi seen Frances.
"O, Bruaer Summers, she's dun gone wid
dat yaller rasiccL Ho fotch er buggy an'
tuck her erway."
I went down ter de sycamor' tres w'a'r
my old wife wuz buried, an' got down on my
knees. Dar want no bright smile twixt me
an' de grave.
De women folks fotch flowers nearly ever'
day au' put 'era in my house, an' de men
folks tuck off dar hats ven da come w'ar I
wuz. I kep' on makin' speeches fur de
Lawd, an' men dat wuz once noisy in church
wuz now quiet.
De 'leckshun time come on, and I kotch
up my old gray hovs an rid u ter town. I
went ter all de votin' places but didn't see
nobody dat I knowed. I heard one man say:
'Wonder wut dat cuis lookin' ole man is er
pokin' roun' yere fur." Den somebody an
swered: "Dars er yaller man dodgin' round
yere some whar dat mout fling some light
on dat question." Ever' time I hearn o' anj
p'litical ter-do any whar, I rid dar, but
didn't see nobody dat I knowed.
Winter time come, de col'est winter dat 1
ebor felt. One Sunday dar come er heavy
snow, an' dat night it turned so col' dat
I could hardly keep wa'm by de lire. De
win' blowcd hard. Suthin' flap;cd ergin di.
winder. I hil de candle an dar seed de great
statin' eyes o' er night bird. I turned erwa.
an' had jes sot dovn by de fire w'en I hearn
er noise at ue do': Ilisseued, an' den I hearn
cr groan. My heart lelt de tecu oT er cow
han an I knowed dat Frances had come
back. I opened de "do ; she lay on de groun"
wid her face turned up. 1 tuck her in my
arms an' laid her on de bed.
"Dave Dave, won't you forgib me!"
I stood lookin' at her. "O won't you fur
gib me J De Lawd has pardoned me an' I has
come back ter ax you you "
"Yas," I said, -yas, io' child. Go tei
sleep in peace."
She looked at me an' tried ter smile, but
de light wuz gone an' dar waut no smile
twixt me aa de grave.
We laid her under de sycamo' trees, but
not w'ar my o'e wife was buried.
I kep' on goic' ter p'litical nieetins', an
some folks wondered why er ole man da",
neber voted tuck such intrust in sich rfair
STOr, ER I'LL KILt TOC."
One day I wuz ridin' 'Ions er road near
w'ar er number o' convicts wuz at work. I
seed er man dat I knowed cross de road in
front o' me. I turned toward him. He
flung up er gan an' cried out:
"Stop er r 11 loll you. Been er huntln' me
I didn't stop, an' be fired at me, an den,
flmgin' down de gun, be elim e fence an'
.,. ... .-.. a.n v :.
pimn nn!u m-ufe Hm iV vte ' inniHn !
ne made mwsEi.r thee Nt eat.
gylj nil .MeAmii
erway ter de right, I seed er lot o' blood! home and died of a broken heart
noun's dat da kep' fur ekaia'dac(mTiota.XMddi Tckgrspk.
Da wuz atter de man. Somebody yelled ter
'em ter stop, but da drdn'. I got offen my
hosj, an' wid seb'ral men followed de dogs.
We heard de man holler we seed him tryin'
ter fight off de dogs. "Mcssyful t"-odf" I
hearn him cry. an' den his voice wuz swal
lowed up by de howlin o' de dogs. Wen we
come up ter w'ar de dogs wuz, I seed er man
tore an ter pieces, an' I seed er dog, atter
lookin' at me, bury his teeth in er yaller
Dat night ez I nz up fum my ole wife's
grave, de dead, damp gras ciui'.r ter my
knees Ong F. Read.
THE GOLDEN ROSE.
Aa iRterestlor Papal C'nstora or Coni!tar
One of the features of the ceremonies
at the Vatican is the bie.-sinj; by the
Pope of tVe GrtMeu Rose." This rose
is an ornament, blessed every year on
the fourth Sunday in Lent. "Laire Sun
day." ami afterwards sent by the Pope
by some Catholic ruler, male or female,
to notetl churches or sanctuaries, to
great Generals, to illustrious Catholic
cities or republics, or to great benefac
tors to the Church. It is not kuowu
under what Pope the present practice
began, but the idea seems to have orig
inated in the thirteenth century.
Originally it took the form of a single
flower of wrought gold, which was
colored reel; then the petals were orna
mented wit'.i rubies and gems; finally
the form took the shape of a thorny
branch, with several flowers and buds
on it, the principal one being of pure
gold, richly chased and displaying all
possible ornamentation of the gold
smith art. The practice of sending
this present seems to have been an
volution of the old custom of the
Popes from tho earliest times to send
presents to friendly potentates. Greg
ory the Great, used to send golden
keys lilleil with tilings from St. Peter's"
chai.-.s; Boniface V. sent a shirt with
golden ornaments to Edwin. King ol
Northumbia in 626. and a gilded silver
comb aud an ivory mirror to Ethel
berga, his Queen; Urban V. sent a
Golden Rose to Joana, of Naples, in
Among other historical records of the
presentation of the Golden Rose are
the following: Henry VIII. received it
from three Popes as "a defender of
the" faith," the lat time from Clement
ll. in 1-yJl. Julius 111. sent it to
Queen Mary in 1555. Pius IV. sent it
in 1564 to the Republic of Lucca, and
Pius V. to the Litcran Basilica in 1567.
and it vas ent to the Sanctuarv ol
Loretto, by Gregory XIIL, in 1581.
Clement IX. in 16G3 bestowed it on
Maria Thresn. Queer: of France, and
Innocent XL on Mary Casiinir. Queen
of Poland, her husband. John Sobieska.
having recently defeated the Turks in
the b:ttle of Lepanto. In 1762 Bene
dict XIIL sent the Golden Rose to the
Cathedral at Capau. and in 1333 Greg
ory XVI. sent it to the Basilica of St
Mark's, Venice. Pius IX. gave it tc
Napoleon III. and to Isabella of Spain.
The present Pope sent it to the lat
Queen Mercedes and to Mrs. Ellen E.
Sherman, wife of General V. T. Slier
man. the only American who ever re
ceived the honor. Da Moines licjitler.
Womea With li:r -in Apprndazra TTlio
Wre Known the World Over.
Bearded women have ahvaya at
tracted considerable public attention
in France, and some interest therefore
at'aches to the fact that the doyenne,
or eldest member of what may be called
the "galax." of G.ilie fe mines a barbe."
has just departed this life in a little vil
lage in the Pyruuean department of the
Ariege. She had exhibited herself at
fairs for the space of .-ixty years, and
was supposed te be tho woman who in
spired the celebrated cafe-concert re
fraiu of Theresa. -"C'est 111 01 qui suis la
femme a harlv!" Her early successes
caused a legion 0 imit.-itor.s to spring
up, and women with beards and
whiskers were ought for everywhere
by speculative B-iruunis with as much
enei gy as was displayed by the agents
of Frederick the Great in their limits
for giants who were to be enrolled in
the Roval Guards. The ladv from the
department of the Ariege, however,
long held her own, bcau?e she was a
genuine article, while many of her
rivals were unmitigated frauds, who
were popularly supposed to have
either false whiskers or to have culti
vated diligently their originally slender
hirsute anpumiage with artful un
guents. Therefore she amazed a little
fortune, on which he liveel in comfort
in her native village for ;h. pat few
years. Nowadays Parisians, aud even
provincials, have become rather tireel
ef bearded "beauties" there have been
too many of them. One of the most
remarkable femmes a barbe of recent
years was an Alsatian called "La Belle
Catherine." who used to make capital
not only out of her beard, but out of the
conquest of Alsace. She was wont to
say to her visitors in a Franco-German
jargon: "Meissieurs et medames. chai
suis femmc a barbe et chai obte (not
opte) pour la France.' Catherine was
also a considerable giantess, and was in
the habit of calling the attention of
spectators to the .smalluess of her ankle
as contrasted with the girth ami vast
nessof her body. There is a curious
steiry tole! of another bearded woman
named Jacquelm Djublin, who fell in
love with an actor. She had seen him
in the Chatele. theater one night, and
from that moment she: only exhibited
herself during the day. When night
came she put on male attire and re
paired to the theater, where she con
tented herself with looking on and ap
plauding the man of her choice. One
night she was recognized, and the peo
ple laughed at her, so she rushed off to
the barber's and had her beard shaved
and her face well powdered. Neverthe
less, she was again recognized in the
theater and was heartily hooted by a
cruel crowd. In despair Jaoiudlin went
THE ZUNI INDIANS.
A Carious l'cnpl That U Neither Aaelaat
Cesmos Mendoleff has returned from
Arizona to Washington. Mcntlelcfl. a-.
his name indicates, is a Russian, and
ho is an intelligent and expert explorer
on the staff of Major John XV. Powell,
Chief of the Bureau of Ethnology. For
six years he and his older brother,
Victor, have been engageel in the survey
of the antique ruins of Chaco and the
inhabited pueblos of Zuni and the seven
villages of Tusayan, and together they
mapped the queer habitations of those
mysterious people, and have made for
the National Museum models of the
largest and most interesting pueblos.
MeitdelefF has mado some three hun
dred photographs and a large number
of free-hand sketches of the strange
residences of this remnant of a race.
"I elon't know that there is much
that is really new." said Mendeleff.
"It was formerly, indeed rccentlv.
thought that the pueblos were very
ancient the same in which this half-
civilized race lived at the time of the
Spanish conquest but we uow know
better. The inhabited villages which
ewist to-day are all modern. It was
formerly supposed that the Tusayan
Indians never changed their place of
alxxle, but held to the same site from
generation to generation. Jt is now
known that they hare been iutiie habit
of abandoning their old houses nnd
building new. In early days the vil
lages were mostly in the lowlands, and
they were gradually crowded up or
climbed up to the practically inacces
sible mesas sharp dills, easily ele
fensible. The reasons for an abandon
ment of villages anel the building of
others are many, sometimes military,
but often rooted in some superstition.
The builders of these pueblos had
very meager architectural attainments.
Their houses are poor piles of stone
anel muel. Their ingenuity was puerile.
The element of skill is almost wholly
lacking. These curious ruins are simply
an evidence of the existence of a race
with unlimited time at their disposal
and unlimited material at hand. Everv
where is shown a lamentable lack ol
constructive ability. They did not
know how to make a square room, er
how to rear one wall at right angles,
or how to make a circle or even a
Mr. Mendeleff has comprehensive
photographs of the seven Tusayan vil
lages. Each village consists of fifteen
or twenty houses and each house of
seveT.il residences. The house is a
series of terraces, receding as they rise.
The tirst story is about seven feet high,
and is approached from without only
by a ladder, which leads to a bole in
the roof. In war times the ladder is
aluays pulled up. From the rear ol
this story rises the second story, neven
feet higher, mounted also by a ladder,
ami other ladders lead to a third and
perhaps fourth storv. Of course the
lirst story under this arrangement is of
much the largest and tlie upper story
of much the smallest area, aud as tho
latter i the lightest, the best ventilated
and the safest, being elefensiUe from
all the roofs below, it is the favorite
habitation, and usually occupied by
the officers and the aristocracy. It is
estimated that in all the seven Tusayan
villages there are 2.000 people. Tiiey
live mainly on Indian enrn. squashes
and beans. They are under Mormon in
fluence and will not permit a census or
holel much intercourse with Americana.
Colonel and Mrs. Stevenson had trouble
with them, and were compelled to de
part. Mr: Mendeleff and his party
were treated remarkably well and are
puzzleel in trying to account for it.
"Perhaps the oddest thing," a.lded
Mr. Mendeleff, after a moment's pause,
"is the status of woman in these queer
communities. She owns all the houses
and most of the property. The man
owns the crop in the lieid. but as soon
as it is harvested it belongs to his wife.
Shu controls the house and all that is in
it. She works steadily anel constantly
in the duties of the household, but she
does no held work, anel, taking it all
together, her condition compares favor
ably with that of the American farmer's
wife. The descent of all property is in
the female line anel through the mother;
it is she who makes the will and pro
vides for the offspring."
"What eloes the man own then,?" 1
"The donkeys, perhaps." he said;
"but I am net sure about that."
"And the land?"
"No. the land is not owned individu
ally. Ever since before historic time
land has been owned by the whole na
tion. If an Indian go;s out and takes
up some land not in use anel cultivates
it, nobody can take it from him. But
If he stops uing it anybody else can
jump it It belongs to the fellow that
can ne it."
"How does that work?"
"There are no millionaires. There
is about the same decree of comfort
that there is among very poor people
anywhere. As to land, the shrewdest
and smartest Indian manages to get the
best, the same as under any system.'
Question From the Jury.
"Gentlemen of the jury' said the
judge, as he concluded his charge, "if
the evidence ahows ia your minds that
pneumonia, even indirectly, was the
cause of the man's death, the prisoner
can not be convicted."
An hour later a messenger came
from the jury room.
"The gentlemen ol the jury, your
Honor," he said, "desire information.
"On what point of evidence?"
"Nome, yeur Honor; they vant to
know bow to spell paeuuuwia.'' & Y.
Water will always tind its level,
bnt as .1 leveler it can't stay in the
ame class as whiskv. Philade'phi-i
A Denver man has been arrested
for stealing three boxes of cigars of
the value of eighty-three cents a box.
The defense will be insanity. Life.
The editor who saw a lady making
for the only seat in the street-car found
himself "crowded out" to make room
for "more interesting matter."
A tramp denouncing the crusade
against the dime novel, said that if a
dime was as novel a thing to the others
as it was to him, it wouldn't be done.
First burglar "IWlo. Bill; get
any swag?" ecnnd burglar "This
full." "Wl.ew! Whar did vi
strike?" "Anti-poverty bureau. I
gnes-; leasUvavs ther. was lots iu the
drawers." Netv Haven yews.
"You were severely wounded at
' Gettysburg. I believe?" "Let's see; I
! believe I was." "Believe! Don't you
j renvmber it?" "Not distinctly."
"How's that?" "I've bien married
ever since the war." Lincoln Journal.
Solomn man "No. sir, I never liIi.
I think it is decidedly wrong." Chip!-non-
"Don't liko to be so cruel to the
tih?" Solemn man "No; I don't mind
hurting tho tish, but I think it is wron
to He." Texas Coloml.
"1 don't wish to say any thing
against the individual in question."
saiel a very polite gentleman, "but
wenild merely remark in the language
of the poet, 'that to him truth ia stranger
than tiction.' "
A sister alwavs gets a good eleal of
attention for about a week after her
brother has been jilted by the only girl
he could ever love. It takes him just
about so long to And out that he could
love some other girl. Somtrville Jour
nal. "Why did you strike the plaintiff?"
was askeel of a prisoner in the poliej
court the other day. "Because he .-all
I was no gentleman." Well, are you
a gentleman?" "I don't suppose I am.
sir; but it made me mad to be told of
it all the same." Detroit Free Praxi.
Wife (who has had the foreign
language "spasm") "John, do you
know I am getting on splendidly with
my French? lam really beginning to
think in the language." Husband (in
tcrestedin his paper) "Is chats? Let
me hear you think a little while iu
French." X 1. Sun.
Professor Shaler says that "Vol
canoes play a most important part in
the physical history of our planet"
H'm; yes. We have heard that they
played something with Pompeii, but we
never heard it quite so elaborately or
gently stated before. But that's a beau
tiful way these scientists have. Bur
dette. Aren't you acting a little foolish
this morning. Pat?" said , the store
keeper to a blarneying Hibernian tho
other morning. "That I am. sure. Do
you know, I hcv them shpells once in
a while anel it does me good to act 'em
out. so 1 come in here where I'll feel at
home a eloin' it" Augusta (3fe.)
It is said that among the murderers
hanged during the past three years th-j
name of John led all others by a large
majority. Aud it may be added that
it was a John, first namo Demi, that
was mainly instrumental in making
imirelerers of possibly every one of tho
entire lot. Boston Transcript.
REVENGE IS SWEET.
How a Counter Uentleman and Saleslaiy
ltebuked Their Employer.
The cold, haughty, purse-proud mer
chant prince who treats his ribbon
counter gentleman and gentlemen's
underwear salesladies with mere civility
or chilling iuelifference hael better be
ware. Tho time may come when their
positions may be reversed.
"See here. Jinks" said one of these
arrogant millionaires one day to a
ninety-pound ribbon counter clerk,
"you want to attenel to your business
better, young man. anel not waste so
much of your time flirting with that
re-el-headed underwear girl across the
aNle mind that."
Enraged aud humiliateel. the down
trodden ribbon counter serf vows and
seeks revenge. His time comes soon,
aye. that very night!
The purse-proud, cold-blooded mer
chant prince goes to the theater. He
buys an admission ticket and stands
up. being of an economical turn of
"Let us pass, sir," says a calm, cold
voice at his side. He looks down anel
beholds the ribbon-counter clerk iu the
magnificence of full dress, with the un
derwear girl in flowing robes and six-teen-button
k"ds hanging to his arm.
The eyes of the men meet, but there is
no sign of recognition on the part of
the ribbon-counter clerk, only a cold,
haughty, fixed stare as he passes pnuel
ly on to the three-dollar seats reserved
for him and the underwear girl, while
the snubbed anel humiliateel merchant
prince stands on in the midst of his
own bitter rcflectUus. Detroit Fret
Not so Much of a Success.
"Yes," saiel a busities man, "Single
ton has been wonderfully successful,
not particularly on account of any
shrewdness but because he is such a
close collector. He is undoubtedly tho.
best collector in this city."
"I have heard so," some fellow re
marked, "aud I used to believe it, but
I have found that he is not such, a suc
cessful collector after alL"
"Well, you see, I hare owed him a
bill for quite awhile and he never has
succeeded ia collecting il-Arkatuaw
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