ST
A stretch of azure sky, changing to
the opal tints of evening; a smiling ex
. panse of sea, with a long line of curling
breakers lashing the sandy beach
that is what Rosa might have seen as
she stood by the calla lily hedge, with
the faint breeze stirring the magnolia
blossoms.
Yet It Is doubtful If she saw any
thing. Her eyes held a dreamy far
away look, and the waving green
branches outlined like lacework
against the evening sky, the wind
ruflled stretch' of sea and the scent of
the wilderness of bloom were lost up
on her.
In her arms was a profusion of lil
ies, spray upon spray, almost more than
her slender arms could carry, for the
morrow was Easter day. Tall and stat
ely as a lily herself, Rosa stood, lost
in meditation, her face scarcely less
fair and pure than the waxen blossoms,
and as colorless, save for the scarlet
mouth with its haughty curves. A
pure, proud face was herg, and cold as
the white mist that, like a dim
squadron, was stealthily marching in
from the sea.
On the still, languorous air, suddenly
a clear, sweet note rang out the
chimes of the old mission bells. The
sacred music reached Rosa's ears,
arousing her from her reverie. Dis
engaging one slender hand she made
the sign of tho cross; her lips moved
silently.
There was a sound near at hand of
slow, halting footsteps. A man, young,
but of haggard countenance, was ap
proaching under the shadow of the
acacias.
But Rosa only heard the vesper
chimes.
Nearer the man drew until he stood
humbly before her, his head bared,
Ms shabby hat in bis trembling hand.
He raised his eyes, full of dumb wist
fulness to her face. The passionate
love and despair of a tortured soul was
in them. He stood motionless, as on
awaiting his sentence.
Sweet and high the chimes of the
bells arose and fell. Something like
a sob escaped the man's lips; his thin,
brown fingers worked convulsively.
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"IN HER ARMS WAS A PROFUSION OP LILIES."
As if from "a dream, Rosa started
and turned her sombre eyes upon him.
A swift crimson flooded her face and
suddenly receded, leaving it as white
as the lilies upon her heaving bosom.
"Diego."
The name fell involuntarily- from her
unwilling lips,
"It is I, Rosa mia." faltered the man,
huskily.
She raised her head proudly aud
stepped back a pace; her beautiful
mouth hardened.
He lifted his hand with a swift mo
tion of pain and arested the unspoken
words upon her lips.
"Nay, spare me, I beseech thee, car
ita; it is not Jo trouble thee that I
am here. Only the desire to see thee
face to face and ask thy forgiveness
before I go away forever hath lent me
courage. I cannot live near thee and
know that I have lost thee. Tell me,
adorado, by the love thy didst once bear
me, that thou wilt forgive me, un
worthy though I am."
'Thou," she cried in cold scorn.
"Thou hast dared to come to me after
all thy dishonor and crime. Know I
not is it not known to all the town
that only thy uncle's name and money
saved thee from just punishment in
prison? And once I plighted my troth
I once believed that I loved such a
one as thou."
The man bowed his head on his
hands and groaned aloud.
"Dios." he muttered, "it is more than
I can bear. I know that I have been
adjudged guilty of theft, yet it was for
ttt Carter tor
.urora unset. j
thy sake that I " he checked himself
suddenly , "and the saints alone know
how hard, how unjust," he flashed out,
"hath been my lot, and a man may re
pent, Rosa."
"I saw thee drinking la the plaza
but yesterday," she said coldly, "Is
that thy repentance?"
"It is killing me, adorado, every
hand is against me. I am weak, un
worthy, but I can forget In no other
way."
"Thou hast come here against my
command see that thou dost not re
peat it," said Roaa in icy tones. "And
now go, for I would hasten to the chap
el to carry my flowers for the chancel."
He raised his eyes imploringly to
her face.
"Madre de Dlos. I -am In purga
tory. Thou art so far above me like
the saints. Rosa! Rosa! I am, unfit
to touch thee yet, I am going away
forever. Give me one of thy lilies
only one, carita, because they are, like
thou art, as pure as the angels of God."
He reached out his hand timidly, but
Rosa drew back as if his touch were
profanation.
"They are sacred lilies," she said,
coldly. "I have none to spare. They
are for the chancelto be placed upon
the altar. A thief may not touch
them."
He winced and shrank away. He
could not know that her hands were
clenched until the nails made cruel
marks in her tender palms. He only
saw the stern, accusing eyes and heard
the pitiless words that fell, like molten
fire, and scorched themselves Into his
soul.
As one who had received a mortal
stab, he turned and walked despondent
ly away.
It was Baster day in the land of per
petual bloom, where winter is summer
and summer is paradise. In the early
morning, as the gray curtain of fog
rolled back to the sea, and the sun,
a disk of golden flame, bathed sea and
sky in a flood of glory, Rosa wended
her way to the chapel to add the last
touches to the decorations for the Eas
ter service.
Down on the beach a crowd had
gathered. Men were running to and
fro. One hastened toward her on his
way to the town. He was hatless and
disheveled, and, as he drew near, she
saw that his face was ghastly.
"It is Diego Bernello," he said,
breathlessly. "They have just brought
him in and are carrying him to the
chapel. The Padre is with him, but
nothing can avail him now. He went
out thi3 morning with the fishermen,
and, in coming in, the boat was over
turned. Ah! but Diego was brave.
Thanks to his courage, ail were saved
but himself. Two lives hath he res
cued from death, and I, for one, declare
that it had blotted out his transgres
sions "
The speaker broke off abruptly and
caught at Rosa s arm. Her face was
ashen, and he thought sjie would have
fallen.
With a bitter cry, she broke away
from him and sped toward the crowd
on the beach.
In the old chapel a hard battle was
fought A battle for a life by tireless
hands that would not recognize defeat;
at last when they were despairing, a
shudder ran over the prostrate form.
"The Virgin be praised. He hath
moved," whispered one near him.
"Diego," said a voice, stifled with
sobs.
He opened his eyes feebly and gazed
about him In a vague bewilderment.
Had some one spoken, or had be
dreamed It? TVfoy was he in the chapel
place npvi to thi (Eaintfl-he,
the outcast, the despised, the heart
broken ,
Suddenly his eyes caught the white
gleam of waxen blossoms upon his
breast; a great awe entered his face.
"Jesu Maria," he murmured. "The
lilies of the chancel."
'Nay, but thine own, Diego mio,"
sobbed Rosa, brokenly. Her arms were
about him, her tears were upon his
face. "Thine own, adorado," she whis
pered tremulously; "all thine the
lilies of Diego. I have robbed the al
tar for thy dear sake."
"This is the day of resurrection,"
said the Padre, solemnly.
"Madre de Christo, the people mut
tered. "It is a miracle."
And it was a miracle of love.
EASTER AT THE WHITE HOUSE.
Time Honored Practice of Letting
the Children of Washington Roll
Egga on President's Grounds.
Easter Monday In Washington Is an
event in the lives of the children which
is ahead of any other day In the year
exepting Christmas and Fourth of July.
Why? Because Easter Monday means
egg-rolling. For many years the little
ones of Washington have congre
gated by the hundreds and thousands
to roll eggs Easter Monday in the beau
tiful grounds surrounding the home of
the President of the nation. There is
no sign to keep off the grass and there
are no restrictions. The children own
the place. The green grass of the
White House lawns is covered with
children, children Innumerable, rolling
eggs" on the grassy slopes.
If the day is pleasant it is a sight to
be remembered. The children have
been looking forward to the festival for
days and weeks and great has been
their anticipation. But genuine is the
sorrow and many the tears among the
little ones if Easter Sunday should
be cold and rainy with- promise of a
bad Monday. Yet no weather has ever
been so bad as to keep everyone away
from the White House grounds on egg
rolling day. There are many hardy
little spirits who will not be daunted
by snow or cold or rain when it comes
to rolling eggs.
N If tie day is pleasant and the air
balmy and the turf warm and green,
what a time the children have. Such
games as they invent to play with their
eggs games of infinite variation con
taining infinite amusement. The
grounds look more like a juvenile fair
than anything else an egg fair and
the biddy hens around Washington
must needs have been very diligent
for many days before. If the day is
fair, too, the glorious Marine Band,
the finest band in the country, plays
sweet music, and the children dance
and gambol to its strains. Truly it is
children's day in Washington.
Wonderfully Colored Eggs.
By 9 o'clock in the morning the
grounds are actually taken possession
of by the youngsters, little kids with
wicker baskets and vari-colored eggs,
wonderful eggs of green and blue and
red and purple and gold and then
eggs of lovely combination, and with
beautiful figures, such as would make
a wise hen cock her head on one side
and wonder greatly what happened
to her plain white eggs.
All sorts and conditions of children
find their way to the President's
grounds to enjoy Easter Monday. Some
of the children are beautifully dressed
in silks and laces and have French
fiurses to watch over them and carry
their eggs for them, while other little
ones are dressed m very shabby gar
ments with elbows out and toes peep
ing from their little shoes. They per
haps have only three or four plainly
colored eggs boiled In a piece of purple
or red calico. No French nurses accomp
any them, carrying eggs with gilt pic-
ures, but they can roll their eggs and
themselves on the green grass and soil
their frocks . and trousers to their
heart's content, and they will enjoy the
holiday perhaps more than their more
fortunate companions. Usually the
mothers of these little men and women
come with them, tired-faced women
often, looking as though it had been a
long day since they had enjoyed such a
time. Here and there are little groups
of mothers and older sisters, talking to
gether pleasantly, but keeping watch
ful eyes to see that the little ones do
not get lost in the crowd or stray too
far away.
Not Afraid of the Policeman.
It Is a good natured crowd. The big
policemen standing around possess no
terror for the little ones on egg-rolling
day. They know that all that big po
licemen are for on Easter, is to keep
grown up people from interfering with
the little ones who are rolling eggs.
And when the little people get lost now
and then, the big policemen are there
to take them in charge and tell them
not to cry until their mothers and sis
ters find them again. Then there are
great rivalries among the children.
Some of them are regular little gamb-
ers. One little fellow gets noid
of a very hard egg and he goes around
picking eggs with his acquaintances
or acquaintances he finds, and wins
their eggs from them until finally he
strikes some other little fellow who
has a harder egg than his, and then he
loses a lot of eggs.
And some of the little rascals pamble
on what is a "sure thing," with a
china egg, sized and painted to resem
ble a genuine egg, or with a hen's egg
run full of plaster of paris they will
go around, and, of course win all the
eggs they contest for, until some sharp
little fellow flnd3 out the game they
are playing. As the day advances and
the children get hungry, the peanut
man and the popcorn man and the can
dy man at the gates do a thriving bus
iness, while at noon, many are the
little groups under the trees, sitting
around on blankets and shawls and eat
ing lunches, for they are making a
regular picnic of it and staying all
day.
The Children of Presidents.
President Harrison's two grand chil
dren witnessed, with great enjoyment,
the egg-rolling from the porch of the
White House facing toward the
Washington monument and looking
past and across the Potomac to Arling.
ton, the former home of General Lee,
but where now are spread the silent
tents of a vast host of the Union army
who have passed across to the great
beyond.
President Cleveland's two little girls,
Ruth and Esther, were real little dem-
ocrats, They took their own eggs and
went out among the crowd of happy
children, and they rolled eggs with the
other children, as common clay as their
associates, not the children of the
President of the United States, but the
children of an American citizen. Per
haps a little extra watch was kept over
them, but they didn't know it and they
thought that Easter Monday was the
happiest day in their little lives.
The Roosevelt children are past the
age of egg-rolling; but they enjoy with
the President and Mrs. Roosevelt,
watching the gay throng of young
sters who romp over the White House
grounds on Easter Mondays.
There was a time however, when the
children of Washington did not roll
eggs on the President's grounds. Not
that they did not roll eggs though.Oh
no! The have always rolled egg3 on
Easter Monday. But they used to roll
them In the Capitol grounds, down the
steep terrace which was on the west
front of the Capital. Then there came
a time when the Capitol grounds were
changed, and a big flight of steps built
where the terrace used to be, and some
dyspeptic in Congress objected to the
children romping on the smooth grass
of the big sward and rolling their eggs.
General Hayes was President then,
and he heard of it, and how dissapoint
ed the children were because they had
no place to roll their eggs that year,
and the kindly man said: "Why let
them roll their eggs on the White
House grounds and enjoy themselves."
And thus it has been ever since, from
year to year.
BRAVED DEATH VALLEY.
Nevada Woman Penetrated Fastness
for Wealth Was Accompanied by
Onlv Half Breed.
The weird Funeral Mountain of
Death Valley, Nevada, are to yield rich
offerings of copper and gold ores as a
result of the successful prospecting of
Miss Lillian Malcolm, who it is stated,
discovered these deposits on a rwge
that towers three thousand feet In the
air. In making .this find she was ac
companied only by an Indian half-
breed.
Once Lillian Malcolm, according to
her story, crossed the Chilcoot in Ai
MISS LILLIAN MALCOLM.
aska, alone, in her search for gold.
The railroad had not been built that
has since minimized the difficulties of
Alaskan travel in the Chilcoot region.
Miss Malcolm declares that the tour of
the Funeral Mountains however was
more hazardous than her lonely jour
ney through the Chilcoot, years ago.
"No white person has ever visited
the spot where I viewed the great cop
per deposit until I made my way
there," she said in a recent interview.
I have never before seen sum ruggea
ness in mountains as the Funeral Range
presents. To climb up almost per
pendicular grades means to slide down
others before the objective point can
be reached. I "have been a prospector
for ten years and have passed much of
my time in the mountains of Alaska,
Colorado and other places where there
is gold. The Funeral Range is the
worst of any. I made up my mind that
I would search for gold and copper in
the foothills of the Funeral Mountains.
I was compelled to cross the range to
get where I wished to go, and al
though I had no fear, there were mln
utes when, in climing, I did not dare to
look back, but only kept right on.
"There were many places where a
misstep meant sure death. All there
was to do was to go head. Once started,
there was no way to stop without con
fessing defeat Finally I found what I
was looking for. At first I could hardly
believe my eyes. I had reached a point
about twenty-five miles from the line
of the Clark road and. sixteen miles
from the line of the 'Borax Smith
road, when the ledge loomed up im
mensely. "Then I was happy. I have studied
minerology, geology, and other lines
leading to mining, and I have done
assessment work with my own hands
in deep shafts. In short, my experience
has been such that I believe that I am
competent to know whether my min
eral discoveries are valuable.
"The ledge stands up clearly from
fifty to seventy-five feet, with both
gold and copper in it but more copper
than gold. Millions maybe there in
easy reach a quantity that I believe
is almost beyond ordinary computa
tion. If I am not mistaken the dis
covery is valuable not only for its
richness but also because It opens up
knowledge of an entirely new copper
belt in the Death Valley."
Picturesquenpss is added to Miss
Malcom's trip by the fact that the In
dlan halfbreed that she took into the
desert whpre so many strong men have
died is "Bill Kee," who Is "Scotty's"
friend. This Indian Is a good guide.
The next step that Lillian Malcolm
contemplates is that of informing the
railroad builders, now constructing
lines into the mineralized regions of
Nevada, of the topographical features
of the country to be crossed In order
to bring her copper and gold dis
coveries reasonably within transporta
tion facilities, and the place that form
erly required weeks for her to reach,
will soon be made accessible, when the
present railroading surveys are carried
out In rails. There Is plenty of timber
In the Panamint Mountains that can
be utilized' for mining purposes, and
the toot of the steam whistle may yet
be heard In the fearful fotneo;""? of
desolation that have so long appalled
stotic-hearted man, only to be con
quered finally by a, woman in eearch of
precious metam,
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rOMVElI, THE VALIANT.
Story of the Hero of a Hundred
Bad Runaways.
Pompeii, of the New York mounted
police squad, and one of the most in
telligent members of tho force, was
retired from active service the other
day. When the stroke of theauctioneer's
hammer put the big bay out of ser
vice, he was saved from the ragman's
cart and night hawk cab by tlie de
votion of his fifteen-year- friend and
comrade, Mounted Policeman Redmond
P. Keresey, of tho West 152d street
police station.
Pompeii had spent nearly twenty
years in tlie service ana Knew ine
rules of the department better tnan
manv a roundsman. He was the show
horse of the force. Catching runa
ways was his business, but mathema
tics was his diversion. He could add,
subtract, divide and multiply, and for
years had been a source of delight to
the school , children along Seventh
Avenue, where he was on duty be
tween 110th and 153d streets.
The children would gather around
Pompeii in the afternoons and talk to
him. .
Good at Mental Arithmetic.
When a sum in arithmetic was given
him Pompeii would listen attentively
to the figures, ponder over them for
a moment, and then announce tue
answer by striking the ground with his
left forefoot If the answer was me
half of something Pompeii Indicated it
by bending his foreleg at the knee
and holding it for a moment His
friends insist that he could tell time by
looking at a watch and announce the
hour and half hour in the same way
as he did his sums.
Plaving with tho children was by
no means the best part of Pompeii's
service. The records show that he and
his master have stopped more than a
hundred runaways in tho last fifteen
years. In several instances lives were
saved. Policeman Keresey and Pom
peii have been almost inseperable ever
since tho latter joined the force. Again
and again the comrades wcrcpartedfor
a short time when Keresey was trans
ferred from one precinct to another,
but each time the policeman managed
to have his favorite sent alter him.
Hurt While Stopping Runaway.
A short timo before the arrival of
Prince Henry in New TPork, Pompeii
was badly hurt while stopping a run
away at Seventh avenue and 125111
street. Two days later, while acting
as a guide for the Prince some dirt
got in the wound and blood poisoning
set in. Keresey managed to get placed
on reserve duty and gave all his timo
to nursing Pompeii back to health. Tho
police veterinary condemned the horso
as unfit for duty, but Keresey managed
to evade tho decision for a few days.
Then Pompeii made a spectacular run
along the avenue and stopped a bad
runaway In such stylo that nothing
more was said about retirement.
The fatal day was only put off, how
ever, and last month the big bay was
sold at auction at the stables o the
West 152d street station. Keresey was
on hand with $100. all the ready money
he could scrape together, determined
not to be separated from hls'old friend.
Hurt While Stopping Runaway.
Keresey himself bears some scars
gained in the fierce rushes ho has
made with Pompeii. Five years ago
his right leg was broken in two places,
and two vears aco his neck was
wrenched and his skull nearly smashed
in. Both injuries were received while
with Pompeii's aid he was stopping
dansrerous runaways.
Only one man had the heart to bid
against Keresey so he ransomed his
old friend for $50, about twice what
he was worth said the. veterinary.
Then Keresey started on a vacation.
When last heard from he was spending
it on a bit of a farm he has at Rye,
N. Y., and with him went Pompeii,
happy In his last transrer.
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RAGS AND RICHES"
A Romanr.fi of Darkes London
BY ARTHUR APPLIN.
The Greatest English Story fModin
Times.
Lady Letty, the nine,
tfiua year old daughter
of the Duke of Harford,
Koos Into the Kant end
of Loudon and liveBauii
tolls with the poor. A
thrilling story of life in
tho Kreateat city In the
world; it should tie read
by everyone desiring to
learn of the great
secrets and suffer luge
and weaknesses of hu
man nature, Evevy
sentence of litis
story lui a a thrill.
It currrles you out of
the humdrum of every
day exiHtenco lnio a
sphere of enthusiasm
ami response.
TUB ilfcltOlNF-A
lrni'l4;Hftgirl of tlie
nrlNtocrnrv.
11 Kit EMIIES-
I'uinaln V o u ro j
nuil her own
In in i I v.
TUB IM.KO-rord
Arthur, eonnid-
vrvA n stupid loci,
OTHER I.VAIHM
CHARACTKHS
D a m in 1 1 1 u u e r
Itnines of tti Nalvntlon Arniy , ,
FKOItlMK iiitAl-AuKBBt Lud friend ot
l.ctly'H.
fllliL A MAS-Tlie Terror.
You should rend this story, aud. If yon live In the
country, you should have your children read it, so
moy may unuerstaim
what life in a big city
mwly means. They
should read thin story to
leurn what l.ady l.etty
learned lit her effort to
li'form London's Knst
end. She seen there the
niolly crowds thronging
the streets tho ragged
and hungry looking
children touch a chord
In her heart As you
read this wonderful
narratlvo of the condi
tions of life In a great
city, you appreciate
in ore fully the uleneliiga
of tlie country.
The jua)or and snf
ferlngs are pictured by
tho author ot tills won
derful story; the men
and women searching
t lie turbulent sea. reach
ing out and saving lost
huuIh; also tlie great
work of tho Salvation
Army. Lady Letty be
comes so SLruiigeiy in
clnated by tlie new
views or lire tnat sne
abandons: her own pal-
denounces the aristocracy and takes up her life
nmoug the lower elements of modern me. jus
riioryfasclnntesstrntmelybutitalsoeducateB. II IB
(lie g reii lent KiigliHli story ever wiinui.
It has been the cause of tbo London city gou n-
ment reeognizn k
wonderful work of the
Salvation Army In ex
tending to General
Booth the freedom of
London.
If you love your chil
dren, and of course you
do, you will want them
to read this slory that
they may know tho hor
rors, the dangers and
the temptations of city
life. If they are dlsw.t
Islled with the old faun
this 1b the story they
should read that they
may more fully under
stand the full meaning
of life In the city. There
Is one other charact r
In this story and this
character has big, tin d
eyes which gaze out
from the throng at the
beauty of Lody Letty
with a strange envy.
The teachings of the
story point to ti e tdei.ls
of Christ. It Is grntm.
Instructive, fascinating
and awakenlig, Kvery
picture drawn by the
skilled Pen of Arthur
Appliu, its author, will
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' ft Chmme of fMft,"
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MThe Hroken Vottar"
"Tlit Muking of Molly"
"My Mrnt and Latt
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" Heart i Lead."
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