The San Francisco call., 1898-06-19
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 THE CUBAN RED ROSE.
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~ NCE a little boy had a vision. He
 was a gentle little boy, but Fate
 had called upon him to fill a place
 in the history of the world. He O sat in his garden, listening to the songs of birds and the musical plaSn- ing of waters in basins of sparkling fountains. 4 voice aroused him from a pleasing day dream.
 My child, I am Time" said the voice, and I must show you some pie lures which are real"
 So the boy looked, and behold! There was a boy who looked like himself; only the other boy wore crown on his head and scores and scores or me gentlemen and beautiful ladies bowed down before him. He was told that an army of brave men would hgnt ana die to protect him; and that wherever the blue ocean foams around the world his fame would forever be carried. Great guns would be fired in his honor and he would always be a King, ana always petted and happy.
 Behold! There was only one boy now present. The boy who was to be the King had vanished; but still the strange person, who said that his name was Time, stood by and the vision con- tinued. In the foreground was love- ly palace, which was surrounded by beautiful gardens, wherein all flowers
  seen. The palace was filled with beau tiful furniture and beautiful pictures and the sound of stringed instruments and of singing voices was very pleas ant.
 Enter" commanded the voice.
 So the very little boy went in and there studied the pictures. One show ed a man of fine face and figure, stand ing on the deck of a caraval, or small ship. He commanded a small fleet of caravals, three in all; and they were sailing over an ocean so wide that It seemed to reach to the boundary or the world. Then there was another DIG ture, showing where the same man, hls face glorious with success, was leadlng his followers upon the snowy beach of a newly discovered land. His sword was held aloft. Near him was standard bearer, holding up his flag. His comrades were all armed. Near them stood red men and women, who wore feathered head dresses and car ried bows and arrows.
 Indians" said the lad, and thls must be the discovery of America" So 1t was. The little boy looked at pie lures for a while, until he knew of the adventures of Balboa, who discovered the Pacific Ocean; of PiZarro and Cor tez, whose names are on the pages Of history; of those vast American forests
 
 fornia missions, where the angelus awoke devotion in the simple minds of listening natives of a far off land.
 Anon there were pictures of great and bloody battles upon land and upon sea. A great fleet of vessels, an ar mada, sailed toward a country which had cliffs of chalk. The boy closed his eyes when he had seen the fleet shat tered: men clinging to spars; others sinking into the ocean-the great pa geant turning to wreck and ruin, it's flags going down into the dark waves that seemed eager to hide them forever. Save me from seeing mOre," pleaded the boy. T tire of seeing so much of sorrow and trouble"
 But how about Glory?" asked the voice.
 T know not what that is. Tell me- But the voice only said that you will understand better by and by; now go out into the garden"
 Once more he played in the cool shad- ows of the trees. Once more the birds sang for him and once more he was happy The scenes of battles and ship