The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-02-23

coil from hope was something terrible
We sat down in despair. but moment la
ter remembered the pencil / had lost my
pencil. 1 looked around for pen and ink
There was neither there. I made signs
OF scribbling to the proprietor. He showed
| only hopeless ignorance. But the deaf man
| understood and sent for pen and ink.
With that we wrote down our desire, bar
gained that the cargadore should come to
our hotel at 2 o'clock and lead US to the
station. Then we got our room and q
Mexican meal, and sailed out with a let
ter to the governor of Queretaro. which
W. D. Murdoch Of Mexico City, formerly
OF Wichita, had kindly given US. How
find the governor? Deaf American didn' Z
know. Showed the letter to policeman.
Policeman worked at the address long
while and gave il up. The Ounce never
could read. a poor ragged fellow grabbed
the letter and gave it to finely dressed
man, who was passing. and he pointed
to the stairway directly at hand. The po-
Hceman thereupon looked guilty. The
portero took the letter and went upstairs,
bidding us follow. We followed part OF
the way and stopped. A very pleasant
hand and saying: "Paussi, senior, senor-
tia" We went up and into parlor; at
either side of sofa sat two young ladies.
very pretty, and an older sister and her
husband. We took seats and began TO
talk English. They answered US in Span
ish mostly, but in the tangle and the
laughter 1 caught two or three English
words from one of the daughters. We
told them we were from Kansas. Oh, yes,
Kansas City. She had been there. No,
we lived in Kansas But Kansas City she
would have it. She had friend in Kan
sas. Who? Miss Johns. Where in Kan
sas. Lafayette Hall. She must have
meant Kansas City Then the governor,
Francisco G. de Casio, entered. very ele-
CANT graceful gentleman. He could speak
some English, and with him as interpreter
we had pleasant visit, Mrs. Casio giving
Mrs Murdoch flowers as we left. We had
the governors card to take US through
the palace, which was locked, and the
finest young man in the republic of Mexi-
co and his wife, who care for the great
building, took US through it, explaining
in Spanish everything which we could
grasp very well; the table on which Maxi
milian's death warrant was signed; the
coffin in which the body was brought back
to town from the place of execution the
stools ION which Mejea and Mira anon sat
during the trial and many other relics.
Then we got into a cab, which was old
when George Washington was on a milk
diet, and went out to the place of execu-
ton. 1t was no longer enclosed in an iron
fence. Some one, no one knews who, is
building a little stone chapel over the
three stones where the three men fell.
The sun had gone down, and the ragged
clouds scurried across dismal sky. There
was no one but ourselves on the rocky
HILL where the Hapsburg, who did not
know, and died for not knowing, paid the
price for an imperial ambition on demo-
cratic soil. Below the city nestled white
and its bells were ringing out the day,
and this with the night closing down on
it, was one Of the finest things we have
seen in Mexico. A little way down we
paused and turned to look again. A sin
gle zerapa-ed figure stood against the sky
on the historical hill, child of the re-
public, in sandled feet, upon the awful
monument to the Hapsburg, coddled and
cultured in monarchical privilege for a
thousand years.
We remained up till 2 o'clock. No car
galore came. The rascal. So we went it
on foot alone, travelling from lantern to
lantern-that is, policeman-and arriving
safe and sound, through mile of streets,
dark except for the lanterns, as midnight
VICTOR MURDOCH.