THE SUNDAY QREGOlflAN, PORTLAND, . JANUARY 1, 19(5.
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Elizabeth in Her New Oregon Home
SHE PAINTS A GLORIOUS PICTURE OF THE ... . ,
WILD WOODS OF HER ADOPTED STATE
MONG THE POINTED FIBS My
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Dear Nell: In my last letter I
was forced to take rather an un
ceremonious leave of you. Dame Drudgery
having Jarred my nerves by sending .In
a hurry call from the domain of pots
and kettles. , It is now 3 P. M., that
half-way station between dinner and sup
per. While I rest and rejoice I want to tell
you something more about our walks.
Tom and I have a couple of light, tough
cedar alpenstocks, which we regard as
very helpful in hill climbing; and I like
them for another reason (though, you
needn't mention it). In the end of each
is a very sharp spike, which I have se
cretly thought would be of service i I
should chance to meet one of the furry
folk of the forest, and find it necessary
to engage him in single-handed combat.
When Dl "Vernon Joined me on these
excursions, it seemed but courteous to
offer her - one or them. She carried It
twice; on its third presentation she re
marked: "If it won't hurt your feelings,
Mrs. Graham, I'd rather not take that
pole." Pole indeed! my nice, smooth,
sand-papered, cedar alpenstock! Bather
chagrined, I asked. "Why? Don't you
like it?" "No; I don't care much for It.
Tou see, I'm accustomed to the hills;
have climbed them from childhood, and
I really have no use for it."
I had observed that sire carried' It like
a music-roll under her arm.
"I'll venture to say,". she added, "that
you never have seen a native of the hills
walking with one of these poles; only
newcomers carry them."
Though humbled by this "plain talk to
plain people," I had my own reasons for
clinging to my "pole," and so I clung. I
find, however, that I carry It less like
a flagstaff, and note a growing tendency
to trail it.
The walks here are all so interesting
that we often have difficulty in deciding
which to take. We sometimes leave it
to the dogs. If they scamper away across
the sodden, spongy meadow, we know
they are bound for the canyon, and we
cheerfully follow.
Near the stream we enter a narrow,
winding path, padded with brown, wet
leaves, bordered by willow, maple, ash
and alder trees; while crowding among
these grow smaller trees wild cherry, In
dian peach, chittam vine- bark and hazel,
with elder, wild syringa, currant and
blackberry bushes. The wild rose, too,
with an infinite variety of other shrubs
that love to haunt the banks of the deer
leap. This difficult path Is made even more
difficult In places by curving boughs of
vine maple, and the palm-like branches
of young flrs. We must needs advance
crouchlngly here, hoisting the green, sag
ging roof above our heads, learning
through Its showery protests that sag
ging Is not Its only defect.
Soon after escaping from this trouble
some tangle, we enter the dusky atmos
phere of the big trees. This canyon,
Nell, Is a wild and eerie region, a ver
itable "ghoul haunted woodland of wier."
Just the place for hobgoblins and spooks.
I avoid hugging the trees lest a with-,
rred arm with bony hand should reach
round and clutch me.
So far, we have seen nothing more awe
some than solemn brown owls perched
high among the flrs, silent and meditative
as cowled monks. Occasionally at our
approach one slips noiselessly away.
though oftener he sits motionless, star
ing down with tragic eyes.
Here, there and everywhere among
these towering trees lie fallen ones.
Some have tumbled head first into the
canyon, their mighty roots, with tons
of earth, reared high in air, a hanging
garden where green mosses grow, with
low bushes, trailing vines and even
fine young firs promising scions of a
lordly race. Across these other unfor
tunates have fallen rampant, while
still others are stretched prone upon
the ground, half burled in woodland
debris.
Here, too, are trees left headless and
otherwise disfigured by fierce winds;
and many Are sufferers also. Their
jagged trunks, painted In motley colors.
are left in shapes both fantastic and
wonderful. Strange resemblances to
man and beast; suggestive of the skill
of some wandering wood carver.
The dullest fancy must see in this
burnt wood exhibit the sculptured maj
esty of King Lear and the picturesque
ly posed Huguenot Lovers; also our
soldier's monument, where, poised upon
a broken column, stands a fine military
figure In full uniform, even to hat,
epaulettes and sword. Believing him
to be a cavalry officer, we have named
him General Forrest.
And. Nell, through'a vista of trees
may be seen emerging from the oppo
site wood a lady of most aristocratic
bearing, wearing a picture hat with
sweeping plumes of black, and a long
black cloak bordered with silvery gray
fur. As she stands in a twillghty
place, she is known as Our Lady of the
Gloaming.
I shall not expect you to believe the
half of this, unless you yourself have
somewhere seen the strange carvings
and colorings of the fire artist.
This art gallery of Nature's is half
screened from our path by naked
branches of young oaks, through which
a rain of gray moss is falling, giving
an agreeable touch of desolation to our
surroundings.
For your sake, I am willing to admit
that forest statuary seen through so
ghostly a drop curtain may, from its
vagueness, possibly receive an extra
dash of glamour.
The farther up the canyon we go the
denser and darker the woods. In that
time of rain and mist it was often al
mos. like night there, and still as
death, unless the dogs got on track of
some wild thing and set the echoes fly
ing. In that case, the yelping and
yowling of Shady, the hound must
have made even the wood nymphs
strike for tall timber.
Sometimes through a small clearing
we catch a glimpse of "High Cromla';
head piercing dark clouds, with squally
winds In their sKirts, ana see gray
mists rolling stormlly through the
hills. That picture, with the roar of
the mountain stream, is like a page
from Osslan. The pool of memory Is
stirred. Half unconsciously we listen
for the trembling harp-strings and
tuneful voices of "aged bards with
gray hair on the breeze," for the horn
of the hunter and the clash of steely
mail.
If from out the tall pointed firs
should come "slowly stalking dark-
browed warriors with bossy shields and
helmeted heads with red eyes rolling
silently," I'll blanch not, only stand
with spiked pole uplifted and await the
onslaught.
As for those very thin, dim ghosts of
Ardven, with robes of flying mist, ril'
fear them as little "as the rising breeze
that whirls the gray beard of the this
tle." Oh, I'm warlike when under the spell
of Osslan!
Having once surrendered to the mood
inspired by the wild scenery of my be
loved Oregon hills, I should feel little
surprise if, at the next turn of our
winding trail, we came face to face
with "the fair maids of Woody Mor-
ven, with hair like the mist on cromia,
when it curls in the breeze-and shines
in the sun."
And even less surprise. If through the
tall fern thickets surrounding us
should appear "the branching heads of
dark-brown hinds, flying from stern
hunters with bows of bended yew and
the panting gray dogs long bounded
sons of the chase."
Di as a devotee of Scott thinks the stage
setting calls for kilted Highlanders, with
plumed bonnets and tasseled horns, for
red-faced monks and jolly friars, for wind
ing bugles, baying hounds, screaming bag
pipes and all that sort of thing.
And she is right and I am right If
you need further proof, Nell, you have
but to reread your Scott and Osslan, then
come to the Lewis and Clark Fair and
see Scotland.
Farther up the canyon at the right of
our path is a deep cleft in the hills', and
there in a most romantic spot a spring of
pure, sparkling water gushes from mossy
rocks half hidden by ferns and buck
thorn. Wc always make a detour through this
picturesque glen to drink of this 'water
from cups fashioned of leaves.' We could,
of course, bring with us a more satisfac
tory drinking cup, but that would savor
too much of civilization a thing we can
not brook.
Oh, Nell, if only you could see this
crystal spring and Its wild environment!
I'm sure it would suggest" to you, as to
us, the "fairy well haunted by the White
Lady." One has but to imagine that over
shadowing buckthorn to be holly which
It so closely resembles and the illusion
is complete.
Standing there one day I said to Dl: "I
have a mind to call .up an apparition, if
you think you can look on it and live."
"Proceed! I'll brace myself."
Stepping forward, bowing solemnly to
holly and spring, I repeated the well
known Incantation:
Thrice to the holly brake.
Thrice to the well,
1 bid thee awake.
"White Maid of Avenel!
Do you think that golden-girdled spirit
appeared? Not she. Nothing at all came
of It.
"The Lady seems not to be at home, Di.'
"No wonder. You forgot a very Jmpor
tant part of the spelL Now watch me,"
whereupon that intrepid damsel stalked
through the oozy moss to the very edge of
the fountain, where, with clasped hands
and "red eyes rolling" wildly about the
glen, .she muttered: "It Is the place, the
season and the hour!"
Then, gravely removing the rubber boot
from her right foot, balancing herself
on the left, she bowed as impressively as
could be expected from one in that stork'
like attitude thrice to the holly and
thrice to the well. Invoking the spirit in
tones more awful than those of the ghost
in "Hamlet." using both verses of the
charm to make all sure. Again we wait
ed. Nothing was seen, nothing heard.
save the hurrying waters of Deerleap.
"By my knightly word, this Is strange!
exclaimed the petitioner, drawing on her
boot. "Though I bethink me now I should
have brought hither me good steel blade.
or, lacking that, should at least have
waved a bullrush or hazel wand."
'If you'd like to try again, Di, and think
a cedar "
'Good. gracious! Do you think I'd try to
lure a wood maiden from her haunts with
a spiked pole? Anyway, come to think
about It, I don't want her to appear, for
now we have the freedom of her drawing
room, and can stare around to our heart's
content."
Jiy: sumptuous, isn't it? Got a lot
of beautiful things, hasn't she? The Lady
01 Avenei must be awfully rich. Smells
good here. Wonder what kind of perfume
sne uses? Sweet fern? Hemlock? No,'
(snimng ecstatically) "wood violet.
guess. Piano, as I'm alive! An upright.
too: ia stump with a high back)
Brushing the top with her Angers "Not a
speck of dust on it. Nice housekeeper.
isn i snez .Has a lot of servants, though,
1 suppose.
Silly! Yes, Neil, we know it is. but we
enjoy being silly, where there are none
iu irown upon our Imbecilltv. .Mother
Nature doesn't mind us; she knows that
we are Just -a couple of tired mortals
rrom out the work-a-day world, who have
"" iKAiy courts I or an
hour's forgetfulness of the fever called
living; knows-, too. that the air of her
great sanitarium Is apt slightly to affect
the brain of her visitors; has learned to
expect nonsense, and to accept it with
placid Indifference.
But even the sanest could hardly stand
In this deep, narrow ravine and not think
of a city drawing-room in gala-day at
tire.
Across the lower end hangs a leafy
portiere; through .Its seine-like meshes
flash the silvery waters of Deerleap. the
upper one banked high with flrs and hem
iock; a cnarming Background for the
fern-fringed fountain. Its entire floor car
peted with thick green moss, which ex
tends up the side walls, forming an ef
fectlve dado; logs and stumps uphol
stered In same material massive divans
and nassocks scattered conveniently
aoout awaiting tne arrival of our lady
guests the merry foresters.
When I speak of mossy logs, Nell, you
mustn't think they are like ours
home, splotched here and there with that
thin. dry. scaly stuff.
.acre, in ine rainy season, tney are
swathed in it. as completely hidden as If
slipped into cases of I was going to say
plush, but that's too smooth and shiny
for this intricate moss; fashioned of mil
Hons of tiny, twisted, curving ferns,
looks more like curled astrakhan
some rich fur.
We lifted a piece of the White Lady';
carpet, about a square yard, just to see
if she could turn it when she cleaned
house, carefully replacing It you may be
sure patting down the edges that the
desecration might not be noted, and oh.
bow beautiful it was, Nell! Nature
couldn't make a lovelier thing If she
-tried! Heavy as a fleece of wool, so
deep and so soft, as luxurious as any
Persian prayer-rug.
Now you are saying: "Elizabeth doesn't
know a blessed thing about a Persian
prayer-rug!" You are mistaken. Haven't
read that beautiful poem or Mr. Ald-
rlchs, describing his? Beginning-
t
Made smooth some centuries ago
By praying Eastern devotees.
Blurred by those dusky, naked feet.
And com en-hat worn by shuffling knees
In Ispahan.
Now what do you think? And that's
not all. I once saw one with my own eyes
at the World's Fair in Chicago, guarded
by a red-turbaned, saffron-tinted gentle
man, of countenance so sinister, I thought
as I looked at him: "My Yellow Peril, no
prayer rug Is ever going to- suffer much
wear and tear through your devotional
exercises!" Now see bow far afield I am!
I honestly believe an incredulous friend Is
sharper trial than a thankless child!
So much time and space eaten up Just
to prove to you that I am today, perhaps,
the greatest living authority on the sub
ject of Persian prayer-rugs! Space bad
ly needed, too, to tell of the infinite va
riety of lichens which abound in this
wonderland of ours, such strange and
curious ones.
We one day found a perfect little brack
et shelf, just the color of old Ivory. Its
outer surface all written over by a fine
tracery of sepia-tlnted hieroglyphics. We
half feared as we pried and pulled it
from the tree that we were carrying- off
a love sonnet in secret cipher left there
by some fofest-hauntlng Orlando of the
hills for his Rosalind. This was Dl's
find. Not long ago I saw it in her din
ingrroom, fastened to the wall, holding a
little squatty brown and yellow Jug, from
which trailed two or three pretty nas
turtlum vines, with their flaming blos
soms. I oouldn't help exclaiming: "How
artistic!"
"Yes," she laughingly answered;
'house decoration 'as seen in the hills.
Charming effect produced, through na
ture s handicraft, combined with a -30-
cent mustard pot."
The spirit of simplicity is a great ma
gician; so says the good and wise Mr.
Charles Wagner.
Another time wc took ' from an old
stump a most striking fac-slmlle of the
bust of Shakespeare. It was of plastic.
material, much like parafflne wax. only
Settler's Handbook to Oregon
Information in Exact Form an Intending Settler Most Desires
'HB "Settler's Handbook to Oregon"
has just been published. The au
thor, Mr. Wallls Nash, has brought to his
task the fruit of 25 years' experience In
Oregon and the knowledge of the ques
tions which those who contemplate mov
ing to Oregon feel It needful to have an
swered before coming to a decision.
The book is packed full of information
in concise and condensed form. It opens
with a description of the six great dis
tricts into which the state naturally falls
and deals with their geographical fea
tures, naming and placing all the coun-.
ties, giving their special features, possi
bilities and Industries-.
Following is taken up the farm and
what is now being done In farming In
Oregon, prevailing prices of land in each
district and' the points which should gov
ern both prices and values.
Next comes what Is possibly the most
practically valuable part of the book.
Advice to the settler how to expend the
sum of money which he brings to Oregon,
the proportion which It la safe to spend
on buying land, and how much to reserve
for equipping and stocking his farm. The
usual terms of purchase, how much he"
can borrow and on what conditions, the
cost of lumber, of building, of Implements,
tools and stock of all kinds: generally of
the outfit of the farm, rates of farm and
dairy wages, of hop and frult-plcklng and
packing; then the possibilities of farms
of divers sorts and sizes; diversified farm
ing; proportions , of crops and methods
desirable; the profits of the farm; on what
they depend. Then come chapters on the
following subjects:
The livestock Industry. Cattle, sheep,
goats, hogs, horses. Cost, prices and
profits.
The orchard. Prices of existing or
chards. Cost of creating an orchard. Cost
of 'preparation and planting. Returns.
The fruit districts.
The dairy. Cost and yjeld of cows. The
creamer". Condensed milk factory.
Cheesemaklng. The silo, its construction
and cost.
Hops. Extent and value of the Indus
try. Preparation, planting and cultiva
tion of the hoppard. Cost of growing,
picking, packing and marketing. Becent
prices.
Irrigation. Importance and relation to
the Incoming settler. Location and con
ditions of irrigable lands. Existing and
proposed enterprises.
Transportation. Railroads, in existence
and suggested, and probable extensions.
Electric roads. Wagon and county roads.
Timber. Extent and yields of Oregon
timber lands. Products of 1903 and future
of the Industry. Elements of value to the
owner of small tracts.
Fisheries. River, ocean and estuary
fisheries.
Public school system. State university.
Agricultural college. Other universities.
academies and institutions. Fraternal so
cieties. The Grange In Oregon. Churches.
Amusements on the farm. Hunting and
fishintr.
Tables of lands and assessed valuations
in evrv county. The towns and cities
of the state. Population and industries.
Portland. The Lewis and Clark Exposl
tlon. The Press of Oregon.
Conclusions. Appendix. Condensed
weather reports from the United States
Weather Bureau for various points in
Oregon.
Unlike the great bulk, of immigration
literature, this handbook avoids glittering
generalities and deals with facts and fig
ures only. A fair specimen of practical
Information Is the chapter, "How Far the
Settler's Capital Will Go." Is this:
Take now the man with, ?2000 who pro
poses to buy a partly improved rarm. to ne
chiefly used for the stock industry, and who
Is willing- to place himself a short distance
from town and railroad.
Extracting the first nine of such farms as
we find them described In the printed list
of an entlrelr respectable 'agent In one of
the counties on- the west side of the Wlllam
ette Valley and averaging their size, culti
vated area, distance from town and railroad
, and price asked, the following results ap
pear: The average size Is 172 acres, cultl
vated land 27 acres, distance from town or
depot 3Vi miles, price 21470. In most cases
there is available outrange for the stock.
Our purchaseihen pays half his purchase
-caaaeo-tlRted. and exquJeHe. As. this was .
my discovery. I brought it home, gave it
a background of black velvet, then show-
ing it to Tom, asked, "Who is It?"
"ShikespeAre," he answered unheal tat-
ingly at the first glance. When shown
Bert, he gave the same reply. So you
see we have no need of art stores here
in the hillfi.
I hate to spoil this story by giving its
sequel, and yet I must, to be honest. A
couple of weeks later, while dusting some
little ornaments on the top of a book,
case, through a cluster of chrysanthe
mums I discovered the Bard of Avon, his
face all screwed up, making most hideous
faces seemingly at me.
At me! Nell, who brought him in out
of the wet gave him a velvet back and
a warm corner to sit In. Such base In
gratitude! . "
Upon closer inspection I found bis face
shrunken and dried like that of -a mummy.
One eye gone, the other bulging, mouth'
twisted, ears drawn back. My, oh, but he
was a sight! Desiccated, you see, by the
dry atmosphere. For such ghastllness.
cremation seemed the only cure. The
black bier was lifted, carried to the fire
place and gently laid upon the red-hot
coals. As the eager blaze reached for
htm, he turned his head a little in my
direction, . scowling revengefully, while
down his withered cheek stole a blg-tear
I thought it a tear, though It may have
been his other eyeThen the wreathing
flames closed about him, and the obsequies
were over.
Yours will be next in order, if I don't
stop this rambling talk, and I will stop
right now, by wishing you a happy Christ
mas and a glad New Year. I came near
forgetting it. It is hard to realize the near
ness of the holiday season, when one
lives in the woods, hearing no Christmas
talk seeing none of the flutter and ex
citem'ent of it, and the weather so far
from Christmasy. '-
For several days dense fogs have en
veloped the land. Today even the hlll3
are blotted out and the fog creeping
nlgher has built a high wall of gray
around yard and orchard, one we can
neither see through nor over. We feel
'like castaways on some lonely island,
with the- vague sea about us.
And yet we know sojnewhere beyond
this grayness Christmas bells are ringing
and Christmas carols singing, for Mr.
Watklns Farmers' Almanac tells us so.
You'll keep the day with festal cheer,
and he 'tonight in a whirl of .'festivity.
We'll have the biggest, crackllest, snap
piest Yule log we can find, and the bright
est blaze a Rochester burner, can pro
duceand then what? Why, Just let me
tell you. Three brand-new books, a doz
en Philistines and as many Little -Journeys,
sent us some weeks ago by a blessed
saint and kept by us as a special treat
for the holiday season. Ob, my! I can
hardly wait till night. Just to think of
those new books with uncut pages gives
me a kindly "peace on earth, good will
to man" feeling.
Good-by. God bless us, every one.
ELIZABETH.
money or $733 and takes two years for the
balance at C per cent. He has $1203 mar
gin. How shall he expend this?
Suppose he buys:
Six cows at 30 $180.00
Five 2-year-olds at $15 75.00
Five yearlings at $12 , 00.00
Fifty sheep at $2.50 125.00
Fifty goats at $40 200.00
Team of horses 200.00
Two sows 20.00
Two dozen chickens ................ 8.00
Total $863.00
He must have:
A wagon ....$ 70.00
Harness 25.00
Plow io.50
Harrow 14. 00
Rake 30.00
Tools 25.00
$174.50
Total , $1042.50
This leaves- him a margin of $223- for fur
nishing and food. He must have his hay
crop cut by one of his neighbors until he
can buy a mower of 'his own.
Mr. Nash's book answers every rea
sonable auestlon likely to be wnt to nn
Immigration bureau except on the subject
of mining. The truth and candor of the
statements will be apparent to him who
seeks a new home In more pleasant en
vironment than marks (he Middle West.
Not only is the information concerning
diversified farming full; it ia exact. There
in lies Its value.
The Christmas Tree.
(According to Tommy.)
The trees In our orchard and down by the,
well
In Summer time give us our cider and jell;
The apples and peaches, the quinces and.
pears.
The plums I can pick from my window up
stairs. '
All grow In the Summer: and oh! it's a treat
To have all the nice Juicy fruit you can eat.
But none of the Summer stuff satisfies me
Like that which we pick from the Christmas
tree! -
The fruit of the Summer Is good in Its
place
With stone-brulsy feet and with tan on your
face
It's fine to climb up where the robins have
found
A nice yellow apple all mellow and round.
And take It away from the robber so bold
While he and bis mate fly around you and
scold.
It's fun at the time, but It never could be
As nice as the fun of the Christmas tree.
One time I remember my bad cousin Jim
Dared Charley and me to climb out on
Umb
No bigger than one of my thumbs; and I did
Cause Jimmy was calling me "Sissy-boy
kid."
The limb well, you're certain what hap
pened. I guess.
I, And Jim got a, whipping; 'cause big sister
.Bess
Told Jim's pa and ma what happened to
me
I never fell out of a Christmas tree.
The Christmas tree grows In a night, and It
bears
Thlugs lots and lota nicer than apples and
pears
I've seen on its nrancnes dou-bables ana
drums
And eteam-cars and soldiers and big sugar
plums:
I've gathered new mittens and picture-books.
too.
Right off from the bent-over twig where they
grew.
And candles grow lighted there, so you catf
see
Fore daylight the things on the Christmas-
tree!
Sometimes In the parlor, sometimes In the hall.
Sometimes In the dining-room best place of
all
The Christmas-tree grows with Its wonderful
fruit. ?
And sometimes It has a pine-box for a root
The runny thing is that I oftentimes find
Right there what for weeks I had had on my
mind. "
And always, on Christmas, who wants to see
me
Had better look under the Christmas-tree.
Strickland IV. Glllllan In LeslleTi "Weekly,
The Thoughtful Giraffe.
The" absurd and long-legged giraffe
Said: "Here Is a thought makes me laugh.
If we giraffes should -Wear
stockings, how could
Old Sent CU.ua even nil haltr
Death's Harvest During the Past Qar
NECROLOGY OF 1904 BEARS THE NAMES OF 262
MEN AND WOMEN HIGH IN THEIR CALLINGS "
W
ITH .war and assassination to as-
sist him, accident and suicide and
illness to further his ends. Death
has in 1904 reaped a notable harvest. A
the months have passed that made up
the year which has Just closed, first one
nation and then another has seen called
behind the scenes some figure which had
.Stood well to the center of her stage;
now this profession and now that craft
has seen its work laid by forever as
some foremost disciple has passed across'
into the Great Beyond. From the deaths
in January- of those venerable Generals,
Longstreet and Gordon, and that of Prin
cess Bonaparte, who had linked the era
of the first Napoleon with present-day
history, on through the weeks to the
deaths of Cardinal Mocenni and President
Brown, of Lehigh University, and "Val"
Prinsep, the artist, in the twelvemonth's
closing days, a roll of well-known names
has been forming which now totals at 262.
There is real loss in the passing of such
men as:
Henry M. Stanley
Lafcadio Heam
William Vernon-Harcourt.
Count von Waldersee.
Pierre Waldeck-Rousseau '-,
. Antonln Dvorak,
George Frederick Watts.
Maurus Jokal
William C. Whitney
George Frisble Hoar '
Scarce a land but has heard the cold
swish of the scythe of the grim reaper
announcing the erasure from the roster
of the living of some name now ancient
In history, now new though 'honorable
In the doings of today. In this country
there have been 122 such deaths, with 60
In England and an even score In Germany.
France has lost IS, Russia and Austria 10
each, and Italy 4. One finds three Jap
anese names on the long roll, three Span
ish, three Belgian and three Danish;
while in Canada and the United .States
of Colombia, Venezuela and Peru, Tur
key and Poland. South Africa and the
Ionian Islands, at least one of the coun
try's foremost citizens has been carried
to his last, 'long-rest.
Monarchs of Title and of Dollars.
Loss -has come to every walk of life.
If one consider royalty and nobility, there
is Duke Frederick- of Anbalt, who, with
70 titles following his name, . headed the
house which comes first In Europe's Al
manac de Gotha; or the Duke of Cam
bridge, a grandson of George III of Eng
land; or Isabella of Spain1, who reigned
33-years and then spent 36 in exile. Spain,
too, has lost the Infanta Maria, the, sister
oz tee present monarch of tne peninsula.
who ruled six months In her own right
before the coming of Alfonso. Murad V
of Turkey Is yet another of the titled
dead, though he ruled scarce three drunk
en months before his 28 years of impris
onment were thrust upon him.
hat men of affairs have died? Levi
Z. Lelter, of Chicago; W. J. Lemp, of
St. Louis; Edward W. Clark, of Phlladel
phla; Henry W. Oliver, of Pittsburg;
James J. Belden. of Syracuse: W. R.
Grace and Ashbel P. Fitch, of New York,
and more than a dozen others, though
these seven names alone represented
$25,000,000 and the widest of commercial
and public Interests.
From various fields of diplomacy and
politics death has called Paul Kruger,
Postmaster-General Payne, Senators
Quay and West, "Golden Rule" Jones of
Toledo. Mayor Robert McLane of Baltl
more. President Candamo of Peru, the
Russians de Pleske and von Plehve, and
eight former Governors of sovereign states
of this Republic Bushell and Nash of
Ohio, Pattison of Pennsylvania, Lewis
of Wisconsin, Cornell of New York, Kin
kead of Alaska. Lounsbury of Connecti
cut, and Thompson of South Carolina.
The Protestant Episcopal Church has
been deprived since January of the serv
Ices of Bishops Huntington and Dudley:
the-Church of England of Dean Hole and
Bishop Machray, Prelate of all Canada.
The oldest priest In the Roman Catholic
faith In America, Archbishop Elder, died
m November, and John A. Selss. "the
Grand Old Man of Lutheranlsm." In June.
So might one run through the death
roll. Not a vocation through which men
help to do the world's work but would
be found the poorer Generals Thomas
and Ruggles In the Army; VIce-Admlrals
Makaroff and Wlthoft In the navy; Kirk
and Von Hoist and Edwin Arnold and
Samuel Smiles In literature: Parke God
win 'and John Holllngshead in Journal
ism; Mrs. Gilbert and Janauschek In the
drama; Theodore Herzl and Edna Dow
Cheyney In philanthropy. The complete
list follows:
Royalty and Nobility 14.
Princess Mathllde Isabella II of Spain
Bonaparte Infanta Maria of
The Duke of Cam- 'Spain
bridge Princess Mary of
Count Joachim Murat Baden
Princess Sophia of King George of Sax
LIppe
ony
Prince Herbert Bis
marck Grand Duke Freder
Frederick of Anhalt
Duchess of Alba
Former Sultan Mu
rad V
Princess of Saxe
Weimar "
Men of
ick of Mechlcnburg
Strelltz
Affairs 20.
W. K. Grace
William C. Whitney
Henry W. Oliver
James- Staats Forbes
Ashbel P. Fitch
Whitaker Wright
James J. Belden
W. D. Bishop
Morton -Mcillchael
Kdward W. Clark
Samuel R. Callaway
Levi Z.-Lelter
John Field
William Weightman
William J. Lemp
il. Mercler
John Lowber Welsh
Gustavus W. Pach
Colonel H. P. Lllll
brldge A. W. Colgate
Politics and Diplomacy 28.
Asa S. Bushnell George H. Nash
Charles Foster Charles Denby
Lord Augustus Lof tus Marcus Alonzo Hanna
Matthew Stanley il. de Piesxe
Quay Manuel Candamo
Dupuy de Lome Samuel M. Jones
"Oom Paul" Kruger Robert E. Pattlson
Konstaxrtlnovltch von G. E. Lounsbury
Plehve Dr. Thomas Herran
James T. Lewis P. Waldeck-Rousseau
George G. Vest George Frisble Hoar
John H. KInkead Henry C Payne
James Lowthcr, M. P. Alonxo B. Cornell
Sir William Vernon E. Kent Loomls
liar court Hugh Smith Thomp-
Robert H. McLane. son
Army and Nary 30.
John Brown Gordon General Bobrlkoff
Guilllaume Labrun Vlce-Admlral Makar-
General de 1& Begas- off
slere Lt.-Coramander Oda
Admiral Charles Ve- Count Kawamura
sev Baron von Scheie
General L'Hotte General Mllo Has call
Count von Waldersee Vlce-Admlral W. R.
Lt.-Com. W. E. Sew- Rolland
ell,. Sir Henry Norman
Rear-Admlral J. A. General G. D. Rug-
Greer. gles
General T. B. Howard Vlce-Admlral Van
Lt.-tJen. Count Keller Sittart
Vlce-Admlral Wlthoft Brlg.-Gen. G. S. Car
Lt.-Gen. Yamaguchl penter
James Longstreet
Rear-Admlral E. M.
Admiral Sir Henry
Keppel
Com. P. Randall
Sir Arthur Palmer
General Davout
Shepard
Rear-Admlral F. P.
GUmore
Gen. S. D. Oltpbant'
Brlg.-General W. S.
Sir Robert Molyneux
Worth
General W. H. ThomasCoL W C P. Breck
Rear-Admlral H. C. enrldge
Taylor
The Bench and Bar 14.
Christian N. Boves Henry T. Thurber
Edward Shlppen Stevenson Burke
Richard C Dale Charleton T. Lewis
Abner McKlnley Judge Upton Mule
W. F. Reeder Judge Kirk Hawes .
Justice Learned (KewEmanuel M. Friend
York) ' Chauncey F. Black
James Scot el
The Church 16.
Thomas Underwood Robert Machray
Dudley Cardinal Celesta
The Rev. the Earl of Byron Alden
Devop Frederick V. Hunt-
Joseph A. Selss Ington r
Dean Hole (Roches
ter) Bishop H. N. Churton
. (Nassau)
Archbishop Elder
Cardinal Mocenni
Bishop Riding
(Southwell)
George C Lorimer
Bishop Verhaegen
Dr. B. F. DeCostc
Phllaathreft
10.
William Latham
Col. A, E. W. Gold- Dr.
sm!d
Dr. Hermann Baer
Victor Benke
Sir Henry Stephenson
Edna Dow Cheyney
Theodore Herzl
Louis Fjelschmann
Benjamin' Perkins
James B. Colgate
lEdacatlee 14.
Dean Francis Way- Prof. Daniel FIsko
land
Karl von Zlttel
Lord Braybrook
Provost George. Sal
mon Alexander S. Murray
Dr. Lemuel Moss
Profi C E. Beecher
James. Warren San
der land
Prof. C"W. Shields-
Prof. George Plrls
President Thomas N. Dr. Samuel Curtlss
Drown. . Prof. W. M. Paxton
Science 22.
Ferdinand von Mann- Benjamin F. Ever-
llcher - hart
Emit A. de Schweln- Rufus Bianchard
ltz James P. Lee
Sir Henry Steveklng Henri Fenotln
Sir Henry Thompson Henry M. Stanley
Etlenne Jules Marcy F. M. jlaeMahon
Dr. Isaac Roberta Dr R. A. Phlllppl
Prof. Anton Drasche Dr. W. A. Fryer
Jacob H. Studer Joseph Welner
Prof. Frledrlch Rat- Sir William Banks
zel Sir John Simon
Sir Frederick Bate- Neils Flnsen
man -
Art 18.
Jean Leon Gerome Robert Gordon
Josetf Hoffman Hardle
Ersklne Nlcol Erastus Dow maimer
Richard S. Green- Madam Herbelln
oush Vassll verestchagia
Franz von Lenbach George Frederick
Caesar Decock Watts
Robert Crannell
John Rogers.
James Archer
F. August Bartholdl
General dl. Cesnola
Minor
Frederick Goodall
Val" Prinsep
Literature 26.
Elizabeth Wormier Hermann
E. von
Latimer
Hoist
Canon Ainger
Sir Edwin Arnold
Guy Whetmore Caryl
Julian Sturgls
"Grace Greenwood''
Maurus Jokal
Theophlle Gautler
(flls)
Cella Logan Connelly
William McLennan
W. Davenport Adams
John Foster Kirk
Mrs Isabella B.
Bishop
Karl Emll Franzes
Sir Leslie Stephen
Richard Voorhees
RIsley
'Adirondack" Mur
ray
Samuel Smiles
Edgar Fawcett
Augustus C. Buell
Laurence Hutton
Anton Chekhov
Colonel Prentiss
Ingraham
Lafcadio Heme
Mrs. Kate Chopin
Journalism 12.
Parke Godwin Clement Scott
HlnDOlvte Marlnonl Charles Williams
Nikolai Mlkhallovskl Henry Austin Clapp
Adolph Schwarzmann H. J. Mlddleton
Lewis Etzel Charles u. apanr
Maurice Phillips John Holllnshead
The Stage 14.
Robert Taber "Dan" Daly
Frederic W. Sanger Nellie Farreri
Laura Joyce Bell John Coleman
-Wilson Barrett Marie Laurent
Mamie Gllroy "Milt" G Barlow
Dan" Leno Isador.e Rush
Francesca Janauschek Mrs G. H. Gilbert
Music 10.
Edouard Lassen Antoinette Sterling
Louisa Pyne Gerard F. Cobb
Consignor Guldl
The Passing of "Charlie's"
Stanford Grads. Mourn the Loss of Their Old Club at Mayfield
HE historic" village of Mayfield,
which occupies .so large a place in
the song and story of Sanford Uni
versity is about to he relegated, as far
as the present and coming Stanford man
is concerned, to the dusky dimness of
oblivion.
Mayfield, the theme of the college poet.
the ban of the faculty and the shrine
of the undergraduate worshiper of
Bacchus Is no more. The village of May
field has gone dry. The process of evan
gelization is complete, and the flow of j
the essence of the hop, the snow-topped
ambrosia, -the cure-all of all undergradu
ate ills has ceased, and since New Year's
day, the bar and the clubroom3t with the
great circular carved tables, around
which so much of Stanford lore and his
tory centers, have been deserted.
The long, white road to Mayfield no
longer echoes with the shouts and songs
of the home coming. The Mayfield stile
no longer shakes and trembles with Its
overload of liquid and learning. Mayfield
Is no longer the goal of the dusty
throated and the sourballed. The march
of the thirsty has turned to the north,
where Menlo Park "convenient to the
Quad," Is located, and where "Charlie"
Meyers, the former bonlface of the May
field Hotel, now holds forth In a new
location.
Municipal jealousy was the cause of
Mayfleld's sudden enlistment among the
ranks of the pure and undented. Palo
Alto, emerging from the rich soli of the
Santa Clara Valley, like a mushroom in
the night, had grown and flourished,
"sans wine, sans song," and In conse
quence the village of Mayfield had great
ly Suffered. The merchants of the se
questered little village saw their cus
tom departing and excepting the rich flow
of silver over the Mayfield bar, none of
the merchants prospered.. For several
years they waited patiently for a turn In
the tide, but the commercial stars held
their places in the firmament and all was
ebb with no signs of flow. When this be
came painfully apparent to the business
men, they met together and after a few
sternuous sessions, determined that May
field should reform.
At the next election. Professor A. B.
Clark, head of the art department of
Stanford Unlvresty, was elected Mayor, a
dry Council was seated, and the genial
dispensers of liquid refreshment were
given warning that after January 1
neither the Juice of the vine nor the brew
of the hop would have a commercial
value in the open market of Mayfield.
Shortly after the presiding genius of the
Mayfield Hotel sold out, and the exodus
to Menlo began.
Although such action on the part of the
citizens of Mayfield had long been earn
estly desired by the faculty of Stanford
University, they took no official part In
the cleanlng-up process. Shortly after
ward, however. President David Starr
Jordan, addressed the citizens and con
gratulated them upon their action.
Disregarding the ethical point of view,
there Is no doubt but that a large ma
jority of the Stanford students and
alumni will feel a pang of real resret at
the passing of the traditionary meeting
place of the "goodfellows" of Stanford.
The little back room at "Charlie's"
teems with recollections of by-gone col
legiate heroes. On the tables are carved
the names of those who have led many
a 'varsity team In contest with Cali
fornia, who have edited the college pa
pers, and who have led the student body.
Around those tables have been planned
the maddest pranks of student life In
Stanford's history.
Itrwas here that the naughty faculty-
satirizing verses to the popular "Son
of a Gamboller" song were first con
ceived by one of Stanford's now most-
famous graduates, and who suffered a
year's absence from the Quad In con
sequence. Hero It was that that nebu--
lous organization, the "Iota Gamma
Phi." held its intellectual revels.
true "feast of reason and flow of soul,"
and here it was, in the dying days of
Mayfleld's popularity, that the bur
lesque, ' happy-go-lucky "Kappa Beta
Phi's were organized What the Cof
Emma Babnlgg
Pan tVntonln Dvorak
Edouard Hansllch
Dr Ernest Jedllzka
JtUcelloneou 8.
George Francis Train J. Malcolm Forbest
A. Cass Canfleld Paul -Aumont
Samuel H. Pine Frederic E. Nesmith
William Renshaw George L. Watson
By this counting the military and navy
professions as. Indeed, was to have been
expected In a year marked by its wars
and insurrections have lost the greatest
number of notable figures: 36. The other
two main branches of the -public service,
diplomacy and politics, have together
lost 2S, with life's other callings follow
ing In order: Literature 26. science 22. af
fairs 20. art 18, the church 16, education
and the drama, law and nobility, 14 each;
journalism 12, music and philanthropy 10
each, and 8 others "scattering."
July and August combined must stand
as the most fatal months in 1904. 39 of
the world's greatest ones 'dying in the
former month, and 51 in the- latter. The
Joint record of January and Februaryi
the period of the twelve-month to stand
next, includes 58 names. The month of
June seems to have been "safest, with
but 13. deaths.
The Matter, of "Mere Years."
The oldest of these who now have gone
to Join the "mighty dead" was the Rev
erend Byron Alden, the "Nestor of Meth
odism," who, in May, had passed his' 97th
milestone. Not quite a year younger was
Dr. R A. Phlllppl. Germany's famous
naturalist, while Cardinal Celesta, the old
est member of the Sacred College, and
Admiral Sir Henry Keppel. who bore the
affectionate title of the "Grand Old Man
of England's Fleet," were each of them
95. Four others in their nineties were:
Samuel Smiles' and the Earl of Devon
(92); William Weightman, the largest in
dividual real estate holder in the United
States (91), and James Warren SundetWv
land (91). who had founded the firat c
the world's colleges intended exclusivelyji
for women.. xa
At the other end of the roll fall two
names whose bearers were yet In their
twenties: Richard Voorhees RIsley, the
author, and the pretty little Infanta of
Spain. Maria de Las Mercedes.
Of all the ages between theser extremes,
nine of those on the death roll were In
their thirties, 1 in their forties, and 41 in
their fifties. The eighties, with 44. stand
near to this last, and the period between
&i and 80 seems to be most fatal; 71 of the
year's dead were In their sixties, and 73
were In the decade opened by the Biblical
three score and ten.
The average age at death was 67 years
and 4 months.
Aristotle has written that the balance
of- the world Is Inevitably and invariably
maintained. Emerson declares compensa
tions to be aa certain as losses. Yet, an
cient and modern philosophy to the con
trary notwithstanding, one who reads the
names of those who died during the year
which closed yesterday cannot but won
der who are the men and women who
are to fill the places left vacant.
WARRUCK JAMES PRICE.
fee Club was to the wits in Garrick's
time, the little back room at "Char
lie's" has been to the cleverest humor
ists of the Cardinal School. Many of
the lolcest bits of Stanford epigram
were lirst launched upon the student
world at "Charlie's."
The walls of the little back room
are covered with table tops completely
filled with carved initials and names.
Occasionally there's a deep Indentation
in the wood, which marks the spot
where some misguided, unfpVtunate
freshman attempted to prematurely
perpetuate his name. Rash youth. He
suffered many a sousing In the tub be
fore his guilt was washed away and
his tormentors were assured that the
unwritten law "no freshman can
carve his name at Charlie's" was suffi
ciently impressed upon his brain.
The walls above the tables are cov
ered with frescoes', drawn mainly by
student artists, although several of the
drawings are signed by the names of
popular Illustrators, who are well
known from coast to coast.
Stanford literature, particularly
Stanford verse, teems with references
to Mayfield.
Stanford's poet laureate. Charlie
Fleld,"05, sings of Mayfield In many a
happy lilt.
"He who was with us here Is now no
more.
Across the river he has wandered, far;
I wonder If upon the other shore
We'll meet again at the Mayfield
bar."
But the little back room and the long
black bar Is deserted now. The tables
are empty, and where In former days
the yellow gleams of light flickered
down In -a sickly raldance over the
singing throng now only a soft, unruf
fled silence lies, like a dark, mourning
pall. But we doubt not that when the
great chimes of the chapel sonorously
toll forth the dividing hour, the carica
tures step down from their high places
upon the wall and again fill the room
with ghostly revelry, toasting each
other with deep, spectral glasses of
phantom beer. KARL A. BICKEL.
ProgressiJnal.
Lionel Strachen In New York Times.
Onward, Christian soldiers.
Marching unto war.
"With the flag of progress
Going on before.
As your royal master
Bids ye stab and shoot.
So. to spread the Gospel,
Must ye burn and loot.
Onward. Christian soldiers,
Marching unto war.
With thl flag of progress -
Going on before .
Count on Christian can(n)ons
If ye would prevail; -At
the sacred ord(l)nance
Buddha',8 host shall quail.
On, ye true believers;
Put them into .flight;
Charity dispensing.
Mixed with dynamite.
Onward, Christian soldiers, etc
Smiles the patient Cossack:
"Ah. not 'eye for eye':
Rather would I kill thee.
Brother SarauraL
For my faith enjoineth:
'Lowly be. and meek;
Gently to thy rifle
Lay the other cheek.'"
Onward, Christian soldiers, eta
See. a humble mission.
Full of grace and gin.
Pleading with the Lama,
Conquers all his sin.
By St. George's mercy.
And the shrapnel shell
Blows him up to Heaven:
Saves his soul from hell.
Onward, Christian soldiers, etc.
Onward, then, ye chaplains!
Join the foot and horse;
Shout from high field pulpits:
"Evil yields to force!
Glory, laud, and honor
To our King above;
Carnage. Thou convertest
Hatred Into love!"
Onward, Christian soldiers, etc.
Chevalier 'August
Wlegand
Rudolph Hennlg