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a- EED CLOUD CHIEF A. O. HOSMER, Proprietor. BED CLOUD. NEBIIASKA. 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 DAVE SUMMERS. His Own Story of a Romance and Ita Endings. s Written for This Paper. CHAfTEIt X. 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 run envay." 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 "read mo'." 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 i! M fa 1 7 n o t.i r j mm ws m ":.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. cr r..ght hawk 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 ) V rL m 'J it.-Thm? -c .J. v - -," V I Z- VIM MmgK&K ft J .A - N '-- ?5C &? " t I 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 bright smile." Isdehan' cold J" "No. lady.' '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 my wife. chapter it 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 an'aid: "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 jedgment. "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 wid 5-0:1." 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 wife said. 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 it is." 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. went erway. "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. CHAPTER lit 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 toBg erauff." 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 4 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 face. 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 able Antiquity. 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 1366. 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. BEARDED BEAUTIES. 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 'or !ncnia. 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 straight line." 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 asked. "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.' Washington Letter. 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. Sun. - PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS. Water will always tind its level, bnt as .1 leveler it can't stay in the ame class as whiskv. Philade'phi-i Call. 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. Texa Sittings. First burglar "IWlo. Bill; get any swag?" ecnnd burglar "This bag 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.) Journal. 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 mind. "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 Presi. 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" -How so?" "Well, you see, I hare owed him a bill for quite awhile and he never has succeeded ia collecting il-Arkatuaw Trmtltr