CALIFORNIA WOMEN. g’t C Middrnly reigned up, stopped" the low, solemn stirring of the wind in pressed pain, “that he’ll never be any joint, rnough he knew not how. Mac­ *- PERSIAN MINSTRELS. I col shouted: the tree-tops. He heaped a pile of dry better in this world?” donald was almost the only one whom Unquestionably the Moet Interesting of Joaquin Miller Pronounce« Them Stra0>e. ly, Gloriously Beautirul. **" hrflo, old cock! have you any par­ sticks on the mound, going to work All Odd Oriental Characters A troubled look cam • into the man’s he ever s|K)ke to if he could help it, ticular engagement?” And while Bill slowly and methodically in his every­ I mud mention two unmlsUk»^, though often when he was alone he Among the many odd and interesting wild eyes. Adamson was slowly trying to evolve day fashion; set tire to it with his fiint- “I thought it would be afore sun­ would talk to himself, or may be to characters that came under my observ­ physical feature, of the »Ingle .nd ,ln_ an answer, he was surprised by another and-steel, and stood watching it patient­ down,” he muttered. “Don’t you be­ some imagined interlocutor. He would ation during my bicycle tour around rere California women. The first <,( HIS LETTERS RETURNED. question: ly till it leapt into a blaze; then he turned lieve it, sir; he ain’t a-goin to die—no, listen attentively to the overseer’s the world, few were more amusing to these is her early development I Wll, Z She gave him back his letter« “Can you shear a sheep without cut­ aw iy, and clearing away the grass and no - not he!” grave, kindly words, and perhaps show me than the Persian lutla. I he lutis railed upon to address the young 1^. With her fine patrician air, With a tinge of gentle sadness ting him all to pieces?” leaves, drew with the jxjint of his knife He sat down again, settling back into unexpectedly, at some later time, that are wandering minstrels, troubadour», dies of our celebrated Mills 8emi„rv Made her seem more truly fair, Adamson fixed his eyes on the frank, a circle round the grave. his old look of dogged patience. Mac­ he had taken in more of their spirit mountebanks or buffoons, whichever —the Vassar College of tho Piu-ific ' And thus the bond was severed, kindly face that looked down upon him, He stripped oil* his shirt and laid It donald, finding it useless to say any than one might have thought While their love was in its spring; name one cares to call them. The or­ ooast— not long ago; but before I h;u[ and gradually finding his voice, said: ttu- gave him back his letters. aside; then he knelt down in the circle thing to him, went quietly back and The winter passed away, and the dinary outfit of a luti is ; big, hairy been live minutes on the stand I found But she kept his diamond ring. “Idon’t know; but I’ll try.” before the fire, with his knife and panni­ took up his post again beside Murdoch. spring, and another summer—and then monkey, a pony or ^onkey, and a I was speaking to women—women in “Come on, then!” said Murdoch, as kin beside him, and clasped his hands She would be to him a sister “What was it, Mac? Any one want­ he seemed gradually to fail. He grew drum. They travel abffut Persia, from body and women In mind. A second If he needed such a friend; he sprang down and hitched his horse before his face and prayed. listless and dreamy, his strength for­ town to town, affording amusement to and a singularly beautiful feature ing you?” In this world, so false and cruel. to a jx>8t. But before he had gone three He had never done such a thing in “It was Bill Adamson, from the huts sook him, his moods were stranger than tho people by making their trained mon­ ill the ooming Californian, this new On her truth he might depend. steps he turned and leaned against the his life before — at any rate not since he Other men might deem her heartless, world, i, beyo nd tike creek. He was wanting to ever, though the old fierce outbursts of keys perform sundry tricks, while they woman of the now She would pass them by as churls. wall, with his hands against bis side, was a ch ild at his mother’s knees. Per­ know how you were.” her golden hair. When called upon to temper were neveV heard now, and join in with songs and drum-beating. While, in stateliest devotion, shaking with laughter. haps the words he said may shock you “Black Bill? Poor old chap! You there was a new gentleness in all his •he would wear his set of pearls. Scarcely a day passed when I was ■peak to the girls of the high school of “You’re a rum customer, you are! if written down—so grotesquely blas­ didn’t send him away, did you? I’d like words and ways. And in this state­ riding through the Shah’s dominions San Francisco a fow weeks since it wu And the Jeweled fans from Paris You’ve never aske»l me what you’re to phemous, so pathetically horrible were to see him again.” little likely to offer resistance to any without encountering one of these lu­ like looking over a yellow harvest field. In their costly cabinet, get!” they. Yet may be there are people whose disease—a creeping chill struck him, tis. He would invariably be alone, And I count this very singular, for we And the many dainty trifles “Can you bear it, Murdoch?” The man dropped his head and kick­ inarticulate creed if put into plain En­ Wrought in ormolu and jet. and he took to his bed with malaria never in the company of other people, have a dash of Moorish blood here_ “ Why not? Do let him come up. ” And much bric-a-brac of value ed nervously at a stone on the ground. glish, would not amount to much better. Macdonald went down again and fever and never got up again. That had come across the brine, and behind him. perched contentedly the Moor of the Alhambra, the Arab of Then he muttered, without looking at “Lord A’mighty,” he said, “I don’t found him still motionless in the same M acdonald rode up as soon as he on the rump of the pony, would be his tho Jesuit fathers. We have some of Shd retained us sweet mementoes Murdoch: Of the days of auld lang syne. know much about this yer business— position. He touched him on the shoul­ heard of it, and arrived only just in grotesque comrade, the monkey. This the pure Castilian, it is true, but nearly “You never asked mo—where I came I’m only a lag, an’ may-be ’taint the der. time to see him before he died. He monkey would always be a large an­ all our Spanish stock is pladiod with the But she gave him back his letters. from. ” thing for me to speak. But if You And indeed they were not few, “Adamson, will you come up? He was unconscious of all around, and kept thropoid of the baboon species, pos­ tawny blood of either the Moor or the Tho’ they had no money value, And Murdoch understood. There was want to kill any one, do kill me. May­ murmuring to himself: “I’m coming—• sessed of long, silvery hair. The hairy native American Indian. Then again wants to see you.” As our heroine well knew; a curious tw ist of perversity in his na ­ lie it’s all the same to You—and, You yes. I’m coining!” and once or twice covering is generally shorn from the we have tho Kanaka« in our schools. So she parted with them bravely. The man’s whole face lighted up. ture — or some ot his friends so called see. nobody would miss me. * * ♦ I And the interview was o’er. they caught fhe name of “Murdoch!”— lower part of the body, but permitted Ibere are also many swarthy folk from “The boss? May I.” And with the kindest condescension it Civilized and respectable citizens he don’t know how to say it all right, but He rose at once to follow—then he A. Wemeh in Temple Bar. She dismissed him at the door. to retain its full growth about the hoad far down the Pacific seas. But over would treat with the sublimest audacity I reckon You’ll know what I mean. WINTER ’ DAIRYING. —Mrt. A. K. Friot, im Tua Mftings. and shoulders. The partial shearing and above all these tow.rs tho tall Cal- of disdain; it was a common saying Strike me dead now, or at any time suddenly stopped and carefully drew oil his heavy boots. causes the long hair of the shoulders to ifornla girl, her head and shoulder, about him, that he feared nothing and You please, an’ let him get better. Some Reasons In Favor of Keeping Cow­ “ Did he sou he wanted to see me? ” THE “BOSS’” DEATH. partly overlap the nakedness of the laden with ripened wheat in Milk During Cold Weather. .. respected nobody. But for outcasts Amen. I concede there are beautiful women “Yes.” It is claimed by some that cows give body and impart to the monkey an ex­ and disreputable characters of any sort “Four corners to my bed. He spoke not another word, but went more milk when winter dairying is tremely fantastic ap|>earance, as in London, beautiful women in New Four angels around my head, Why He Died in the Arms of Poor he had a quick, instinctive sympathy. into the room with Macdonald and practiced than when summer dairying though he were wearing a fur tippet York—strangely, gloriously beautiful; Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John Bilk It did not take much penetration to Bless the bed that I lie on.” stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed, is followed. It is earner to keep up the From constantly traveling about and but they are not distinct types at alL guess the history of the man before him, It was the only thing of the £ort he, scarcely'dmiriftlrto lif> his eyes to the. flow of milk through the winter ahd associating with1 people of various cit­ The whole wid. world has been pil­ and following the impulse of the mo ­ “It can't bo—no, it couldn't be—for remembered out of his far-ofi'childhood prolong it into summer, than to pro­ ies, the lutis are far more enlightened laged and ravaged to procure them. ment, he did the very thing to bind that —perhaps the only prayer he had ever changed white face and drawn lips. him to die!” “Well, old fellow, I’m awful glad to long it into winter after the stimulus of than the average Persian who stands And as for the one wondrous beauty ol man to him for life. He was all alone in the hut. He sat learnt. It may be that he had thought “All right, then. Is it a bargain? it of service as a kind of devotional in­ see you. Just leave us a little, will maternity begins to subside and the and listens to his songs. The Persians, Europe, Mrs. Langtry, she Is now with on a packing-case, staring into the fire, you, Mae?” Shake hands on it! ” mess to shrink. Besides, as most herds as a nation, are the mojt poetic people a<; and all who know ma know how his elbows on his knees, and his head cantation. He took his hands from his And MacDonald left them together. in the world, and a common accom­ much I have admired her simple beauty So they shook hands, and Bill Adam ­ on his hands, talking to himself, as face and held them clasped straight He looked up, twisted his fingers help­ are managed, from grass to hay is a plishment with the lutis is the ability to and helped to celebrate it Yet I as- son was instaled among the shearers; most trying time, with alternate hot solitary men will. There was a gloomy, before him, looking with vague, ex­ soft that I can find in California twen­ helpless perplexity irf his look, as he and afterward, when that nomad tribe pectant eyes up to the stars and wait­ lessly, scrajM'd the flr with his foot, and cold blasts, and a diet that is nei­ warble verse after verse of impromptu ty Langtrys any day. and jerked out the words with a kind ther green nor dry, and often not regular. song—songs composed even as they scattered away east and west, to past ­ thrust the burning brands together ing for the stroke to fall. He really of defiance: 1 must say briefly but emphatically It is worse than from hay to grass in sing. This happy accomplishment en­ with the toe of his boot, and muttered ures new, he remained on as one of had some expectation that it would. “You won’t die, boss! I know you the spring, when the temperature is ables the lutis to always adapt their that the women of the Pacific coast are over again—“B om a-dyin’!—no, no!” the Barangaroo shepherds—a queer, There was a sudden hoarse scream softening instead of hardening, and the theme to the temper and prejudices, tile best dressed I ever saw. No, they A stray stock-rider had passed by silent, solitary man, who worked for and a far-off flapping of wings in the wont I’ve made it all right?” “What do you mean? Come here!” bite of the green stuff nipped here and likes and dislikes of their audiences; do not wear gold. They do not wear that afternoon, on his way to a distant three, seldom spoke, and never smiled, stillness above his head. It was an station, and brought the news from except when Murdoch spoke to him. eagle-hawk, disturbed from his nest in And he went nearer, and Lenox Mur­ there is so relishing, refreshing and in­ and the luti is always cute enough to many diamonds, as a rule. But that doch lifted his unwounded left arm and vigorating. In summer dairying, the find this out and stroke his listeners beastly abomination unto tile Lord— Barangaroo. It was Murdoch, of He liked the lonely life at the hut on the highest of the stringy-barks. the bustle—has never yet had its full laid it round his neck. cows go dry in winter, when it is most the right way. Borangaroo—Lennox Murdoch, who Stringy-burk hill, where very few were “May-be He’s gone to fetch the thun­ If I ever got into trouble with a city growth, hero thank God,ns in the States. “Why, don’t you know, boss? They expensive keeping them, while in win­ lay dying—slowly dying in torture— willing to stay; among the other hands derbolt,” he thought, as a fragment of helplessly crushed and mangled by a on the station he was moody, sullen, wild, dim nature-myth darted though said they’d take me instead of you— ter dairying they go dry through the mob, as I sometimes did, I could al­ Neither did tho “bang” in its craziest and they won’t go backoji their word.” hot season, when feed is cheap, if it is ways depend upon tho offices of a luti days ever do much damage to the Cnli- falling tree as he was overseeing some and ••difficult;” but the two men who his mind. “I don't understand. Tell me all not abundant, and an extra grain feed to help me out of it, should one of fornian. Even tho skating-rink rage timber-cutting in the bush. The num shared the hut with him found “ Woldja, woldja! ” And he mur ­ is not needed to keep up the tempera­ them happen te be present This was failed to lift the California woman whose gay fearlessness was the wonder him “well enough to get on with mured some words in the native lan­ about it” He raised himself—it must have cost ture. This, too, is a busy season, when partly because they were more enlight­ from her foot, ns elsewhere. But quiet, of the colony—who had ridden un­ if you let him alone.” The months guage—most likely a charm. him fearful pain—with his old winning, release from milking gives more time ened and tolerant of the manners and good sense—the best thing to have in harmed time after time through tho went on, one day exactlj ike another, But all was still—the fire leapt and very jaws of death—the reckless, way­ till they added up into years, and it flickered, and the eagle-hawk did not mischievous smile, as if he were might­ for general farm work.— Hural New mistakes of a stranger in a strange any land or family—hae always kept land than their untraveled countrymen, our ealm and queenly California wo- ward, fantastic soul, to whom mortal seemed to him that he had lived there come back. He took up his knife from ily amused at himself and the whole sit­ Yorker. —...... * • »■.------------- and partly because they felt pretty de­ mon out of all such excesses and out of danger was as a familiar friend—whom all his life. Murdoch came up some­ the ground, and drew the sharp point uation and laid his head down on Bill’s Adulterated Food and Drink. tain of a coin or two for their services. many prevailing follies. And all this every one loved and laughed at—so times—he always, when he could, went quickly down his breast; then made shoulder, The great bushman wound In the bazar of Lendjan, a large city comes, I think, of a disposition to decide Adulteration of food and drink full of life and joy in life. Why, the out to the huts himself with the rations, another cut across it, and held up the his rough arms tenderly round the slight figure, and asked, instead of an­ flourishes bravely in Paris, notwith­ in Northorn Persia, one day, the mul­ and act for herself.— Joaijuin Miller, in very thought of his dying was impossi­ instead of sending the overseer; or now cup to catch the starting drops. swering : standing the sharp look-out kept by the titude of people, wild with curiosity Philadelphia Times. ble and incongruous—at least it seemed and then he would pass by casually “You thought I didn’t mean it; but I “Does it hurt you now?” authorities. Wine-drinkers are the and excitement concerning the Feren- as if the only fitting close to such a when out shooting, and sit over a pipe do! See, this is the first—and the rest’s “No, not much account. Tell me worst sufferers, for out of 645 samples ghi and his wonderful asp-I-ahen PROFESSIONAL PRIDE. career would be a swift, sudden stroke before Adamson’s fire talking to him in to come after!” what you mean, dear old lad.” examined last month 450 were declared (horse-of-iron). as the Persians called —to be snatched away in a moment, that frank, trustful way of his, which He slowly lifted the pannikin, and So he told him—slowly, in broken, injurious, so that thirsty souls had the bicycle, became so great about me A Cook Commit. Suicide H.rauw lie IlluB- with the laughing light still in his eyes, won the hearts of black and white alike. poured its contents into the fire. As it d»r« In a Dinner. and the last snatch of a song still lin- It was at such times as these that he hissed and crackled in the llame, he awkward words, having to be helped better fall back on beer, where only 5 that it was impossible for me to move The 26th of April, 1671, Mad. de out by questions now and then—of the out of 88 were bad, or on spirits, which in any direction Although tho bazar geringon his lip. Itseemed unnatural, got all Bill’s history from him, bit by went on speaking: black-fellows’ burial-place, and the mid­ claimed 17 good samples out of 18. was so densely packed with people, Sevigne wrote to her daughter: "Here horrible, for Lennox Murdoch, of all bit, and deepened into a dumb, dog­ “I’m going down in the morning to men, to be lying on his back in the like worship the man's first vague ad­ see him once more. If You do your night incantation and how “They” had Water is as bad as wine, over half the struggling and pushing forward to ob­ is the matter in detail. The King ar­ darkened room, with closed eyes, and miration. I do not know whether Bill part, and let him get better, I’ll come promised, by the sign of the falling samples being dangerous, and 80 out tain a peep at me and the rived on Thursday evening; tho prome­ drawn, white lips. So thought his Adamson had ever loved anyone or here to-morrow night and end it. I star. And before he had ended the dy­ of 370 specimens of milk were equally bicycle, that one could not walk, nade and tlie collation, laid in a spot Coffee is very little let alone ride a bicycle, the mob all carpeted with jonquils; passed off overseer, who had carried him upstairs any thing in his life liefore—I do not swear solemnly I will. You hear me? ing man was sobbing as if his heart condemned. would break. ant her any cir­ cycle was placed in the rear of the what offense he had been transported bers for some time longer; then he rose “Don't worry about that, Mac. Why, you'll not kill yourself.” cle that deserve« the ramo of salon is room, together with the luti and hh international college for literature, in for. Perhaps many years of solitary slowly, put in his pocket the flint and bless you, he'd only bother me, and not “I won’t, then, if you don't want” Mary L. Booth, at fifty; Mrs. Martha monkey. Customers who came were which ths Italian poets and authors bush life had effected his memory, and •teel and tinderbox ho al wavs carried, l>e able to do any good. If I am to get “Shake hands on it, then. All right; J. Lamb, with the gray hairs coming: permitted to go and examine my w heel, will be studied in an especial manner. its dull uniformity deadened the past •tuck his knife in his bolt, felt for and better, I shall get on all right alone; if —In Heaven there will be no tears. you won't hurt me”—for he saw Bill Mrs. Frank Leslie; jenny June, with a whilst the luti furthermore entertained Into one blurred blaze. Like that of not, what’s the good of l»eing pulled lking hesitatingly at the slender, third of a century of active work in the them by chanting songs, dancing and It Is tearless, because it Is sorrowless, the savage, his mind did not look after, found the tin pannikin which served aboutP Thank you, old fellow.” bandaged right wrist “You’ll remem­ city behind her; or at the younger beating his drum. The monkey dis­ because it is sinless; It is sinless, bo- nor very far before; yet utterly inactive him for a drinking cup, and, opening Macdonald had risen and changed now?" Miss Grace H. D«xlge, on the border played his varied talents by standing cause it is the dwelling place of the he was not. He did think and the door sottly. went out There was his pillows, and was bathing his fore­ ber. “I will.” line of the thirties; women who arc on his head, twirling round and round holy Lord God and of the "spirits of reason in his slow, dogged fashion. no moon, but it was bright starlight, head, looking with a vague trouble into “I’ll be looking for yon, cld man. often better looking and always better like a dancing dervish, and otherwise just men made perfect.” Ho was not cunning, nor naturally and he had lived so many years in the the sunken dark eyes. Seems to me I shan’t get on without worth seeing than when they were disporting himself. As for myself, ] Of the 276 Lutheran churches built cruel, though his ship and prison life bush that he knew his way about it like “All right, Mac; I know that I'm But I shall always think of your younger. It is a tribute to the com­ i took up a position wrhere the patron» In 18M. 1S2 wero German, 62 English, had generated in him a dull, brooding a sleuth-hound. He struck right into the done for—I've no hopes of Being patched you. mon sense of th» day that thing« coming. So don ’ t you go back on me. could gratify their curiostty with profit S7 Swedish, 22 Norwegian. 2 Danish. ferocity that sometimes came to light In scrub, pushing and twisting his waj up again. Ouly don't you fret What should be as they are. The world will to both the proprietor of the house and Besides these there were Slavonian. My poor, dear old chap!” outbreaks of fury. And the highest through it like a black fellow; then he is it?” myself, by treating me to kalians and Macdonald came and laid his hand on aiwa- s feel and acknowledge a girl's Finnish. Icelandic, and Bohemian Luth­ idea his mind was capable of conceiving crossed an open grasey track dotted One of the stockmen had come to the fresh charm. There is nothing else tea. This “dime museum” state M eran houses of worship was embodied in the words Murdoch ol with gum tri»ca here and there; then, half-open door, and was beckoning to Adamson's shoulder, and asked him to quite affairs conld hardly be congenial, but like it But the mature woman, it was, nevvrthele>\ the best possity- go away, but Murd«es to celebrate the cen- reTiro r "u *x“’ wh'n y»n •topped listlessly by the door of Mur­ avoided by the blac ks themsehos for eyes under their lowering brows. He and so did Bill, who went about his established in this field of investigation | tenary of its organisation in November. AmLLe 7 * Mr‘ S’"*’’ doch’s shearing shed and saw a man the most part, though they came there n»se slowly and touche«! his hat daily work nmrh as n«uaL only more Is the hostility of a high temperature . —Two o* the richest Episcopal J,, ,k*C1‘'L(?ri nmphantly show, “Ain't lie no better yet?” her «he book)-.^«., /hat “queer" and silent than before. He to the diffusion of «mall-pox. Heat has ehurehes in New York. Grace and ride by at a tearing gallop on a mag-I to hold nightly corrohoree now and «’•'■'nifton.” Ama- “Don't you know.” said Macdonald, seemed to hx»k about him in a bewil­ • most marked effect in checking the Trinity, have determined to make their ^r nificent black horse—a man in a scarlet I then. All was perfectly still, «cept shirt with a curly head and a twinkling • lor the rushing of the creek below, and irritable with the iruualienee of sup- dered w ay, as if the world were out a prevalence of this dreaded malady. 1 pews free to the public. East Oregon He: £