Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-09-01

else, and in due process of time you get the
servant who is assigned the work that you
want done 1t is almost as tedious as stop
ping at hotel, where the electric bells are
always Just out of order"
As to the Servants.
Nobody ever raises his voice about the
house In this country; 1t is extremely ILL
bred to do 80. What pity that we cannot
import that idea, even with a heavy duty on
1t. Anything like an electric bell would
stamped the whole retinue, ina CINE they
would think 'diabIo,' was after them, sure
The house servants here are very clean
looking. The men wear white cotton trous-
ers and shirt. The women wear white or
Eght full skirts of muslin or calico, with a
sacque waist and flowing sleeves, two or
three stiihy starched white skirts white
stockings and black slippers strapped over
the instep. They have small feet and hands
ana are ianSuidly graceful in their move
ments. don't know how it would be If
they tried to speak our hard cultural words,
put IN their own rhythmic soft voweled
spanish their voices are music personifed.
In All my rambles over the twenty
seven rooms l never saw anything that
Looked like wash room, and no para
phernaiia for washing; so / asked Lisa
one day how she managed to keep her
dresses SO white. She took me out to the
little stream in the patio back of the house,
where 1t flowed through a magnificent wall
ed orchard, and some of the women were
washing the household linen The bed of
the stream, which formed a pool there, and
was brought from the spring in the arroyo,
was rocked in the bottom, and into this the
clothes were dumped. like trash from a
cart. The women were laZily stamping
them with their bare feet, and pounding
them On the rocks. rubbing them with the
soap bark root which is dug from the earth
anywhere in that section. and sousing them
round in the clearer water just above the
wrln0lnR n rnpnf
they had worked a few moments, theystopped
to light cigarettes and smoke and chatter
then they went languidly back to the pound
ing NO soap, no hot water, no blueing; and
yet those clothes were as white as the
driven snow! don't know how they do it,
l am sure.
Ignorant of Cooking.
The yellow-haired little American woman,
with her preternaturally big brown eyes.
was dying of inconsistencies She had run
away from schcol-the Convent of the sa-
cred Heart in St. Louisiana married the
elderly man, who was passionately devoted
to her and coIrespc ndlngly jealous Two
| years before he had brought her to his Sc
cluded nome, and since that time she had
not looked upon an American woman's
race until l went within her horizon. Her
parents had cast her Off, and her jealous
husband finally prohibited all male visitors
TO the hacienda. as they looked with too
approving eyes on his charming wife
SLOWLY but surely she was getting ready to
| NIL the vacant place beside Senior Corioya' 8
| four other wives, when a jealous ranchero.
| on whose reservation he was accused of
poachlng, put an end to his life and he
himself went to make up the quintet In the
CordOva cemetery.
Sonora Cordova began to mend the next
home cooking.
y don't know anything about cooking, -
she said sadly. Mamma thought it was
rot one OF the accomplishments necessary
for girl who had plenty of money, and
there are no conveniences here for cooking
starved for a pie e of homemade bread.
| On, you don't know what an awful thing 1t
Is TO want bread.'
Now think of that. will you? An Ameri-
can girl or fatr, average Sease starving for
bread In the midst OF wealth. just because
she does Eot know how to make II herself.
| mother who will rear a daughter in such
ignorance is guilty of z crime. That was
| Chaves didn't know how to DO anything
but embi oder and paint and play ,he piano.
A file chance she had for a happy life
among lot of Mexicans. who hate every
thing American. anyway! / sent over 20
| Mrs. Lane for a loaf of her delicio is bread
| and some yeast. When these arrived /
went to place the Mexicans call a
kitchen. ..ch place as II was! 1t looked
to me to be as big as the Senate chamber,
| but or course !. wasn't The ceiling vas
lest In the gloom up above where uncovered
log rafters made hiding places for all man.
ner of creeping things The bare black
mud walls had been just as black and bare
| Tor century or more Some rude tables
stood around the walls, and a few three
| legged stools. and some shelves against the
wall held lot of cooking utensils. These
seemed to comprise the furniture.
4 Mexican Kitchen.
| I asked for the cook stove, but nobody
"sabed' my meaning. l made them ur der
stand at last and they pointed SUCCESSFULLY
to the two far corners Through the dim,
religious" light discovered two corner fire.
places, built of adobe. The smoldering fire
was soon blazing with pinon wood, and 1
made Sonora Cordova some toast and bis
tered my face. Some e,,ie may like to
cook at a fireplace. not. After l had
satisfied the craving NY patient and
made her comfortable Il some bread
and put it to raise. muc't { edidcation
of the half-doZen women W. stood about,
and that evening they edihel me by show
ing me how to bake 1t In the little conical
oven of earth just outside the kitchen door
Mexican bread would make good armor
plates.
Mexican genus. Not bare from penurious-
ness. but from custom. They do not like
American innovations, and will not have
them So it is with their whole household
and twenty feet wide, furnished in mahog-
any and rosewood, with rare tapestry up
holstering, the ceilings twenty feet high.
will be bare. with the time-stained log
rafters beautifully carved, and the walls
whitewashed right on the adobe. The floors
of Casa Quenemo are beautifully tiled with
pink hard bricks, worn smooth, and made
right there on the ranch a hundred years
ago. The rugs-there are no carpets--are
all of oriental manufacture. The library is
extensive and valuable, and there are rich
treasures Of art everywhere. But oh, the
tedium of such life for a woman gently
bred oil in
and how happy she was when, in answer
to my message, she got one saying that her
mother would be with her soon.
II have been so hayward" she said re-
gretfuly; but surely my punishment has
been my atonement. l will be SO good to
my mother now" Truly experience is
bitter teacher. SONORA SARA
Telegraph Tolls.
From Harper's Bazaar
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