Evening journal., 1892-06-14
"GRACIOUSw

" OhAOlOO
Mr. Farlow was compact business
man, bright, shrewd and kindly. He had
seen good deal Of life in his day, and it
was hot commonplace life, either. One
evening as we sat cozily together, he told
me how he found his wife. for he knew
loved her as well almost rs he did, and
his tone wasa triAe more confidential than
usual. II am TO repeat the story IL must
be In a strictly confidential manner, out Of
regard TO my friend, though there is
nothing that any man could be ashamed
ofin II, except the parading OF ones sacred
heart 10 the world. But there Is a way in
which the sacred heart can be told about
that makes II remind MS OF our own
sacred hearts and the days Of our own
courtships and little affairs, which, though
we may pretend TO have forgotten them,
Rre always vivid enough II anything hap
pens 20 call them up.
/ will let Mr.. Farlow tell his own story
for he can tell ID better than could;
"You know my marin a. all came out Of
a South American trip Sat once made.
and that is the interesting part Of the lit
tie romance. was only twenty-one and
I'm the employ Of a shipping company in
San Francisco. had been with them
about year and half, and think they
trusted me a good deal; in fact, they must
have done so TO have sent me on the expe.
dition they did. A captain and his crew
had run away with a ship that belonged TO
the accompany, and they wanted mo to catch
him. He had started with his booty to
ward Cape Horn, and II he once fairly left
the South American waters he was pretsy
safe from us boarded the swiftest
schooner that sailed out Of Frisco bay, and
we stretched every inch Of canvas for the
south. The runaway had good two days
the start OF us and was nearly as good a
saiier rs we, bat we resolved 10 do our best
and hope for luck. In any kind OF an en-
toIprise a man may always hope for luck.
though he can't really coHnt on 1t. Atany
rate II serves to keep the courage up.
I'm five days we sighted the islands Off
Colombia and stopped to make inquiries.
The vessel Sye were after had been sighted
two days and half before, and was going
straight for the Cape. The news was not
encouraging, but we set of again, with
two days and a half instead Of two days to
gain. But we still hoped for luck. or some
happy thought. II was not luck, but a
happy thought that finally decided me to
across country 10 Buenos Ayres In the hope
OF heading of the robbers before they
cleared that port. Sailing round the Cap
l knew TO be hard work and often slow
and with good luck / could probably catch
the vessel. or at least have gained In the
. chase.
The trip across the Andes and the vast
plains beyond was n memorable one TO me.
Il took a fortnight OF the hardest tramping
and riding 1 ever did in my life, but saw
some things l have never seen since, and
never will again The guides that we
started with were crusty, malicious fel.
lows, and made me wonder every night
when / lay down 70 sleep on the open
ground whether l should not wake up "a
find my throat cut. Fortunately that never
happened; but the reason was that they
had the better part Of my money before we
set out. Otherwise thinklny life would
have been held pretty cheap by life In
surance company.
"Hnlf way up the mountains we found
IN old monastery and n little chapel. AT
/ first IL seemed deserted, but when at last
we heard baby cry we knew that there
were human beings about. We peered In
at a little old kitchen and saw there a liz
tie old woman who seemed 70 have beer
born about the time the kitchen was built
say hundred years ago. We asked foi
food and lodging in every language w
knew. but the only reply we got was 1
.grunt and a gesture toward an inner door
We tried the door, but some one was lean
ing against II on the other side. BY thii
time I was quite out Of patience, and lift
ing the latch Of the door gave IL a terrible
push inward. Some glass thing fell an'
broke IN a thousand pieces on the stonl
floor, and rs the door swung open we saw
a white old priest stagger backward in th'
little oratory OF the chapel and on th
paving were the fragments Of long blacl
bottle that had contained some blacl
liquid. The old fellow looked very mucl
frightened apd deprecating, and hastene'
TO explain that at his age he found a drol
now and then necessary. We made hi
feelings all right on that point by Qtferinl
70 drink some more with him, II he ha
any. II appeared that there were a mum
Der Of bottles IN the cellar. The old priest
and even his wife, the old woman VIII
seemed unable to speak, proved very hos
pitable in the end, and we went on on
way early the next'morning.
"At last the mountains were passed, an
before US stretched a broad, level, grass
! ] llllur anu ANCtltl units away ll
! distance seemed much less, lay city hal
the size Of Boston. bnt whose site was O
no map in existence, and whose name prot
ably not ten educated men In this countr
had ever heard. But that was forty year
e ago. OF course things have changed sine
| then.
p Here my guides said they must leay
me, and though ! entreated their compan
to the city, they utterly refused. Their
fore set out alone.
!. you can imagine my desolation at b
\ ing left, even by the desperate, black hue
: men who had been my companions so IA.
Even they had some sense Of humanity
y them, some sympathy for my LONELINESS
though it was a moody, silent sympath,
\ But now was alone, a strange city that
y did not know before me, the Andes benin
me. II was ever homesick in my life.
I was on that morning II l ever wished
Were OF home With 4 wife aud childrs