The age-herald., 1901-03-25

 the inner court, where the rooms opened out into the garden The doors were thrown wide. The rooms inside were bare. In some of them a piece of look ing glass was fastened to the wall, but, besides the bed, this was all the furni- ture. Women were inside the rooms, but they turned away at the sound of ap- preaching footsteps. Hiding their faces In their hands, they spoke some hurried words to the interpreter.
 They say they don't want to be seen, explained the guide. They say the are too ugly"
 At the end we came to the rear of the building, where there was a back veran- da, presumably belonging to the kitchen. Many black pots and pans were collected In a corner beneath the roof At the op- posite end from these sat a woman in front of sewing machine The skin of her face was clear because the disease was yet with her in the first stages.
 But the greatest blessing of all Is that there is no pain said the doctor. This much we know, but little else besides
 A Ghastly Game of Cards.
 We left this woman, sewing always and her eyes always watching the cloth which | she showed beneath the needle. On our return toward the arch and the exit we came upon four men seated about plain board table playing cards. One man leaned with his elbows on the table: the one opposite him also leaned on the ta- ble The third man, curiously enough, wore glasses to hide his eyes, and tilted backward in his chair. The fourth sat erect carefully scrutinizing the cards be- fore him.
 The doctor rolled a fresh cigarette. "Got a match?' he asked.
 "Yes. Hold on a minute. I have given you a box
 50 you did-I forgot. Must have been thinking of something else
 At last we came to the open sunlight and the clean air. According to the habit of these people, the silent men and women and children again gathered near the en- trance to the building and as we drove away they lifted their hats in salute.
 On the other side of the range of mountains the sun was sinking down to the horizon There was a clear, bright glow in the heavens against which the skyline of the mountains stood forth dis tinctly. Also an evening breeze blew fresh across the waste of empty land. The same as ebofre, the carriage swayed from side to side. with the wheels slump ing into the holes In the road, and the dust-cloud rising thick and hanging about the horses and the carriage.
 Once more we pdSSeQ lfFOuBn lHe out skirts, strongly marked with the poverty and neglect of the people. where stood child with its eyes full of strange knowl- edge and pale woman.
 No one talked for a long time. The doctor rolleda cigarette, but he tore the paper; so he threw it away and rolled an- other. He struck a match, still in si- lence. Then between the first hurried puffs he spoke
 I've got a match now" he said hold ing up the box. You see I remembered it this time, didn't I?'
 Slowly the carriage crawled back to- ward the city. The noise of the street could be heard now-the low rumbling- which gradually grew louder until 1t re- solved itself into distinct sounds in which the tinkling of the horse-car bells could be distinguished from the traffic of heavy wheels. We repassed another train of donkeys returning form the city to the country, with the man in soiled white trousers and soled undershirt walking in the dust beside the animals. And no one spoke We repassed the brewery with it's sign painted in black letters across the front of the stucco wall Then we came to the cobblestones where the street of the city began again, and we left the wheels beneath us rattling hard over the uneven pavement Here was the city full of life and movement and people who lived and were clean. The desolute plain of sunshine land had passed behind us. It was not until then that any more words were said:
 And there is no cure" said the doc tor.