Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-06-30

SUNDAY, JUNE ~,
charm on her. She sets the cup down with
out tasting its contents, brushes off the damn
contamination from her finger tips, say
'sits abominable," and thus satisfies me tina
she has properly no aspirations beyond thu
qualification of her own correct taste. Wer,
younger might fall in love with her;
am already delighted with her independ.
ence. She will not drink salts to be in tht
fashion.
A MEXICAN CEMETERY.
After going through number of back
ways, we find the steps leading to the sum-
NIT of the hill, where there is a cemetery.
| Arriving at an iron gate a clapping of the
hands brings out man, and real opens
the gate. 1t is just such place as North
| American Indian would select for burial
| place. 1t commands magnificent view OF
the country Tor miles. and as we were not
required to make any inquiries on this head,
we enjoyed it without assistance The live
| people have an economical and labor-saving
method of adorning the last homes of those
| deceased so that the latter may look down
upon their resting places at any time of day
and discover fresh fowers-made of wire.
Whether any ghost has detected the subter-
| fuge in the dark has not transpired; it did
not seem Mexican-like, possessing ingenuity,
and caught the impression that the device
savored of irreverent Yankee enterprise. /
considered it as taking a mean advantage of
the dead.
In our wanderings we discovered the
| modest last resting place, if he rests, of
| Santa Ana. thought of the Alamo and
several other matters, and failed to expert
ence any regret on looking down at the In
| scription on his modest tomb. There were
| no wire wreaths or other indications of re-
cent visits by mourning relatives, but some
vandal had hacked tree which stood at a
corner of the little inclosure allotted to the
dead man, and L wondered while I hoped
that if he he had not been caught in the act
and punished he had cut his finger; if he
failed to do so it would have pleased me to
render that service. He was not Mexican,
dare be sworn.
From this hill one may look down on the
roof of the church, with its old weather.
stained dome. 1t might be thousand or
two years old from its appearance, but it can
boast of only century or so. As an addi-
tion to the novelty of the ancient roof,
moved by the spirit of modern enterprise,
an electric light stands paramount. What
would the founders say to this innovationl
In another direction may be seen in the dis
tance large lake. As the country is quite
level this may account for the miracle of
the spring.
A BRIGHT LITTLE INDIAN BOY.
By the time we were prepared to descend
we were encountered by an Indian lad who
insisted on guiding US to see monkey.
For the monkey have a special regard;
there is always in his look an appeal to me
for recognition, as if he would communicate
a secret, but, like Hamlet's father, is ham,
pered by circumstance; he is always on the
point of informing me how he happened to
slough off in the race from the original
molecule to the present per.ection of myself
and fellows. If he could only reveal him
self he might, with our assistance, get back
into the high road to happiness, and enjoy
life like the rest of us.
We followed this LAD, who talked all the
way, through labyrinth of bad smelling
places, up number of steps and apparently
into someone's residence built out of the
ordinary style. He conducted us into
"grotto," or half dozen of them, carved
out of the hillside, where some artist with
little to do and possessed of long life, had
decorated the walls with bits of broken glass
and chinaware. There were representations
of flowers, Birds beasts and virgins worked
into those walls with an ingenuity and
necessary patience that bordered on the
marvellous We were grateful to the little
Indian, who was in search of real, and won
dered what tka artist might have achieved
with his taste and perseverance in country
OF broader possibilities.
But where was the monkey? Under the
lads inspiration we recognized the picture
of our possible relative, done in broken bot
ties and probable remnants from my lady's
toilet stand or my lords dinner dishes, en-
joying meal of abraided pottery.
"We thought he was live monkey?"
"No liye-dead! Monkeyp' and the
little barbarian put his hand upon the i'm
age to assure US of its identity and inofen-
sive temper.
THE DEACON AND HIS REAL.
Could this lad show us the miraculous
picture of the Virgin of Guadalupe, about
which we were unsettled? Certainly he
could, and he startad off as if with the pur-
pose of producing the mystery out of hand.
Learning that he was outrunning his source
of revenue, he came back to more sedate
pace, but assured US all the while that we
should see the picture. He halted in front
of the mounds of old plaster and stones in
front of the church and. pointing at the i'm
passable entrance, Picture"
"But the picture of the Virgin?"
o.. DeuOT.
The Deacon, thinking of only one way to
reach the boys comprehension, produced
real and repeated his inquiry. The lad eyed
the coin wistfully and shook his head, still
pointing toward the closed doors. The
Deacon put up the temptation. Then this
quick-witted imp was seized with sudden
animation and started away, beckoning us
on overland.
'He will take US in by side entrance"
was the Deacon's assumption as we fol-
lowed. The boy led the way to the chapel
of the spring, glued his eye to the glass in
the door to assure himself, perhaps, that |
was in sight, and triumphantly
invited us to an inspection. We declined,
and more disappointed and bewildered
looking Indian boy could not have been
found in Guadalupe. The Deacon's heart |
was touched and he surrendered unoondi- |
tionally, and said it was "worth the money
tn GOO the chqnUa in tho hov'a face -