Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-14

In those horrid hot sulphur baths. There now.n Another kiss. 'And we'll just chuck you In that horrid hot sulphur mud until every sche and pain in your body is gone. There, nowl"
 The little woman, hereupon realizing that the passengers were becoming intenfe- ly Interested, and that the qusrtette of watchers were already upon their feet, rsn rejoining her and mildly expostulstine, hetty all the time shaking her head in de- aanee at those who might criticize or doubt, while the group of relatives resign sdly resumed their seats.
 "lell take more than rubbing to bring that man toI" snapped out Mics Betsy Camper, settling herself comfortably In her chair.
 ''Dichrotic pulses don't stop their dou- ble action at the bidding of e silly brides voice." insisted Hetty's mother with a aigh of relief.
 'I should gay not, i" wheezsd Mrs ClIngs- ly. He's past help from sousing, too"
 "Its not sulphureted mud thatll save him, if might be allowed" echoed the agent of the board, resuming his uaelodi- ous tosf to.sseenlsud'si icy-mexzataius nrd lndiA's coral strand with Its hnger.tip stae- cato of accompaniment
 " Nao Nitu tucto buu NbElOla Ot1eT oral and silent evidences of motive, character and condition that the CoRleish party de- parked from their steamer, and, under the wise protection of Manoel's deferentisl po- likeness, passed unscsthed the swsrms awaiting the pluoking of the estrAugeiros; sscended the slippery landing stairs in safety; escaped the proddings of the cus- toms officers without tithing or alarm; and were finally put In chsrgs of wonderful cochsiros with broad hsts, bare feet, bag gy trousers, tremendous whips and migk: ty osths.
 Then there was a pleasant drive About the quaint old olty, to its most character tssc soenes; the plszs and its hundreds of faddled donkeys, patiently dozlng while awaiting hire; to the By zsntins facades of the ancient churches, each crowned by its square coop of csmpsnile, housing 6 group of cracked, cesselessly clattering be'ls; to the little old walled market place, where strut the corseted, noisy military officers, where peasant women, each hld- den by the cspote cspello, the most gro- tesqus head and shoulders covering iu all ths world, endlessly knit beside their handfuls of vegetables and fruit, and where grave peasant men. with the'r short and wonderfully adorned jackets, their long, 1.-the stsfs and their carspucas for the head, with dependent neck cloaks and mammoth visors, whose sides are curlsd into curious crooked horns, roll and smoke their huge cigarettes the whole day long; to the sunny open spaces filled with swsrms of rsgged beggsrs, in hundreds, sprswling and squstting upon the warm pavement stones; and to the innumersble city fountains which spout, bsbble and sing without end, where the swsrthy Wa ter-esrriers loiter and pose and chatter and gossip, the men at last trotting gaily away with their mighty casks, and the women, with their high esrthen jars poised on their shspely heads, tripping homeward ss dsintily and sirily as in measures of the contradanza or waltz
 The balmy wind was playing fantastic pranks with the jasmine vines and sway ing cortinss before the windows of a quaint old inn where the Cogleigh party finally alighted. Its inner patio or court was even more charming than its exterior
 A narrow gallery ran around the entire second story, with here and there a bird In cage and @ profusion of semi tropical plsnts. On one side some pretty vines crept up against the old walls in a vagrsnt, luxurious way; while the roof of red, half round tiles extended a distance over the galleries, giving a wealth of strange bar barrie color while leaving generous opening to the sky above.
 Here AaHnei feii upon tfre.uecks of Sen hor, the host, Ssnhbrs, the hostess, and Ssnhorits, their daughter. They iu turn fell upon Msnoels neck; and then they all fell upon each others necks; but they were soon recovered and busy In their efasive Azorean hospitality, which always pos sessed the appearance of mighty effort, but which in reality is fall of subtle de laye.
 ''Its just too swest for anythingi' was Hstty's continual eIclsm ation ss she eped from shsdowy alcobs to alcobs, swung upon the ancient galleries, dsbbled at the grifiu-hesded fountain, "shooed" the in- trusive fowls of the court, made a-qusin- tsnce with the huddled donkeys beside the curious stone kitchen, or had merry trials of strength with the grave and inqulsitive goats.
 Bob besmed upon the old patio, admir- ing its structural facilities for a iennis court. Mes Betsy Camper prowlsd about and felt of sll the linen sheets with DOT tentious shakings of her head. Mrs. Drugget insisted upon overlooking the preparations for supper. Mrs. Chngsly poked and made wry faces at all the little iron cruoifxes embedded in the slcoba walls, while Mir. CliDgsly walked dutifully bshind her, closed his eyes. tapped hts spectacle case and grosned whenever his spouse cav fit to grimsce; and Slipson Cogleigh, reclining upon a cspacious easy chair in the dappled sunlight and shadows of the gallery, felt the first smile of years creep over his wan face, az he watched the pleasant scene below and gave way to the languorous spell of balmy, bloom-lsde airs which stole from quints, vineyard and distant mountain groves.
 And what supper was st last set be- fore those tired travellers la the center of that vine embowered court! There were slices of grilled Conger eels of mighty proportions. There were gall Ions of mysterious stew. hsnked by steam ing yams- There were mountains of corn meal bread. There were dainty pAtties of butter from the fair Azoresn valleys, still rolled in the sweet white corn husks in which the peasants had brought them. There were pyramids of oranges and stscks of honey, whose comb was as white as snow. There were loAvss of bread yellow as saffron and long and huge as cord wood Almost buried in all this munificsnce wss a tremendous para vinho, or wine hagon of glass, filled with ''pssssdo," or the sweet wine of Fsyal, with silver goblets al its side.
 And there beside the travellers stood the host. 6 regular jsretta as to his eighteenth century dress, grsndly conscious of his | dignity in the posssssion of such sudden | wealth of gussts, goblet in hand, and | waiting until ManOel had filled 6 goblet for | each.
 Then his courtly ceremonial: "Nsy the peace of God be upon this house for you, strangers and frisndl'
 Hear. hearlr was Bob's heartily given | Ieioinder.
 "rhe came to you, you lovely old land lordi" msrfily chimed in Hetty. | Mot so bad a place after sllI" mur-
 mured the rest of the Co2leigh party.
 But Manosl, true to his Azoresn trsdi-
 ton and birth, replied with s ferveni