Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-01-04


And now look closely at the handful which
you have gathered from the dust OF the
dead. What do you see? A negro's head
Whether he came by the way Of buried
| Atlantis, how he came, or where he came,
this is no time or place to say. 1 only say
that here you have in your own hand,
gathered from the dust of dead Mexico the
face of the Sphinx.
And I only desire for a single moment to
call your attention to the fact that here lie
| the ruins of q city broader in area than any
! city to be found on the globe to-day; a city
that was built by the people in common.
possessed by the people in common, owned
and controlled by the people in common.
Their creed, SO far as we can find out. was
the creed of the Sermon on the Mount; not
the creed Of the sword and of selfishness.
CHAPTER vi.
One month, two. three more; and no sign
| of Dolores. Wait thousand years If need
| bep'
I drifted down to Yucatan, studied the
ruins there for months, and then with wasted
strength returned, with but faint hope now,
to the City Of Mexico. Not line or 8
signl
could not survive another year Of this;
nor another month. Life, loosened and
! careless cord, tuneless and without music,
now was slipping fast through my fingers.
Breaking away from my implied promise
10 wait for her to the end, more than the
oaths of ordinary men, I set my face for the
Old World, and began to search and TO
search as eager and desperate men search
the diamond sands of Africa for the one
even stood on the ruins of the upper
Nile; spent many nights there alone, hoping
that at least lion might come. A tomb
and silence. That was all.
But man does not die so easily as he
thinks; as he hopes.
After few more years of vain, and at
last hopeless, searching again and over again
through ST. Petersburg, Moscow, Jerusalem,
Cairo and Alexandria, I came back to my
own country, gathered up the broken threads
of my wasting life and resolved to provide
for and make less miserable at least one citi-
zen-myself.
Seneca advises that. if we are not per-
mitted to govern the State and make a
province less wretched, we may perhaps be
enabled to help the narrow circle of our own
neighborhood; but deprived of this, we have
the right, interwoven with solemn duty, to
at least make ourselves content and healthy
in both mind and body. .
Europe, meantime, was notably tranquil.
No more bombs in the streets; no more
beautiful women on the scaffold. Still that
long black line in the winter SHOWS of Rus
STA, red now and then with human blood,
reached away toward the North Star. And
the world wrote about it, and men read
about 1t, and women wept about it-wrote
and read and wept, but that was all.
i kent eva turn ad tn tho Fast honouar.
waiting still, but waiting not at my post;
and with dull and cheerless heart. had
my acre now, all in my own country, many
acres; and had many people about me who
worked, or rather rested. For reasonable
work is the only real rest. And worked
with them, of course. That was my right;
would you say duty? had groves of olive
trees, fruits Of all sorts; and of my own
planting. God at the first was gardener,
and He planted in His garden with His own
hand "every tree that is beautiful to the
sight and good for food" And Is man
better than God that he shall not plant with
his own hand also2
As tended my trees one day, man,
sunbrowned and serious, a broad-browed
man, patient, serene, imperial almost in his
equanimity and content, came to me and
would notgo away.
WANTED to be alone. For somehow I had
been thinking of her. I wanted to still
think of her, and be alone to think. had
been thinking of her almost constantly for
more than month. Now here is something
strange have learned to know-although
I had not learned so much then-that when
think of someone often and almost all the
time that same person, dead or living, il
and has been thinking of mel
But as my serene and sunburned visitor
would not 60 away, but kept at my side,
helping to trim an olive tree now, then
giving some solid and useful advice, per-
suaded him to enter one of my cottages and
breakfast with me; for it was now past
meridian. He was hungry, and eat gener-
ously of bread and fruit; but he would not
touch meat. We talked little of the ad-
vancement of man, and few of the higher
themes. But he did not seem to me as a
man who had plan of salvation for the
race to recommend, as SO many others who
came to me. He seemed to me rather in his
vast serenity to be very well satisfied with
the world as it was, and the present plan of
salvation also.
But when spoke to him Of the mysteri-
Gus disappearance, of SO many people from
our great cities, especially of the learned
and progressive people in Europe, his large
serenity seemed to be touched.
Yes, he knew all about this; ''but there
were monasteries, monkish retreats, all over
the world, to say nothing of such homes
hidden away in the mountains like this one
of mine, where men might easily 90 to get
away from the world they could not make
better"
And said he after pause: "If the great
Charles of Spain could lay down his scepter
and take up the cords to do penance ON his
bare back, what wonder if worn-out and
overworked men of to-day should disappear
by hundreds, even thousands, from their
cities and seek some humber place?'
I saw little force in what he said, but did
not answer. And now may note one thing
more in this train of dry and egotistic incl
dents already grown too long, before pro-
ceeding further?
As this man talked to me, talked to me in
a very dull and Indifferent way, too, as il he
had no concern at all, nothing to care for,
and above all nothing whatever to conceal,
I saw, or felt or rather knew he was think
ing of herl
Hours and hours before this serenely sat-
isfed sun-browned man opened his mouth
to speak of her knew, knew as certainly az
I knew of my own existence, that he not
only was thinking Of her but that he came
from her to me; and that he had message
from her to me.
(To be Continued neat Sunday.)
Copyright, 1890: by the Authors Alliance.
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