Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1893-11-18

pound where the unlicensed dogs wore
confined, and saw that the poor, defense
less creatures were not tortured and
abused and / wondered whether the
Benevolent association or the Aid So
ciety or the Woman's Christian Temper
ance Union or any one woman in this city
had visited the city pound of Albuquer-
que and inquired into the condition OF
the hundreds of dogs there incarcerated
during the long, hot days, or by one word
had attempted to make their forlorn con-
dition less pitiable or their inevitable
death less crncifying.
II believe in charity with a capital c,
and have mighty little use for the sort
ladled out in Albuquerque. presume
shall offend a goodly lot Of good women,
but frankly say that charity in Albu-
querque runs entirely too much to So
cials and tea-drinkings, paying off church
debts by oyster suppers, strawberry fes-
rivals and bazars, than it does to looking
after Gods dumb creatures and his af-
hicted. There isn't another town in the
United States where the dogs, horses,
cats and burros are as cruelty abused and
unprotected as is in this town of Albu-
!
| pharisaical benevolence in Albuquerque,
but precious little practical charity, and
l hope the preachers, deacons, elders,
vestrymen, class leaders and sisters will
all go up to Santa Fe and take few les
sons from the w. B. L.
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"There isn't more picturesque set of
hoc oh o1n n ~ in Santa Fa thai hot
of Col. Max. Frost, of the New MEXICAN.
Every one has hobby, they say, and
that of Col. Frost is blankets. Not the
woolery, tieecy kind commonly known as
bed blankets, but the gorgeous weaves of
Navajo and Mexican looms. Passing the
low Intel of the ancient adobe, with one
hand you sweep aside magnificent Ma
vajo portiere, while with the other you
will grasp convulsively at the air as you
unpremeditatedly step down the inevi-
table inside step of all true Mexican
casas.
"Your feet rest ON g priceless blanket a
half century old, the dyes of which are
as vivid as the breast of an oriole and a
cardinal birds wing. On every side are
other blankets, each one of different
pattern, each one riotous in color. Great
easy chairs hold out their hospitable
arms, couches are piled high and tables
and bed are all hidden beneath chief
tain's fortune.
Con bracket gracefully hangs gor.
geous reboso, such as is never seen now
a-days except among the treasures of
some blue-blooded Castilian Dona; on the
walls, IN cabinets, on bracket and stand
are scattered q very treasure house of
pretty things from Old Mexico, barbaric
trappings of Indian warriors and gaudy
handiwork of Mexican artists. There are
crossed swords and photographs of pretty
girls, gold bullion and Apache head dress
es, Mexican statuary and lion skins all
mixed up in the most delightful, bewilder-
Ing confusion.
"You push aside the heavy portiere and
step up through the low doorway, under
the portal, where the sun shines warm and
radiant and think how nice it is to be "a
editor in Santa Fe, where the high noon
of civilization mingles with restful, dolce
far niente sort of existence, broken only
by the eternal and ceaseless git up anG
git and scratch for your daily bread.
"HAwTHoRNE."