The age-herald., 1901-03-25
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 The day was hot-hot even for Caracas so hot that the hotel proprietor re- marked upon the heat and wanted to be back in Switzerland, where he had been born. Because it was early in the after noon the doctor stood in the shade of the hotel porch and leaned with one shoulder against the wall. That his eyes might be guarded from the glare of the fierce sunlight on the white walls of the city he had showed his hat forward, tilted downward over his forehead, thus expos ing the beginning of the bald spot behind. The city was quiet. During the hours of the strongest sunshine most people re- main indoors. The footballs of a man walking sounded distinctly, grew faint CT, and died away. Now a string of don keys passed, returning to the country toward the east from the market place; now one of the horse cars went by. The doctor pushed his hat still further over his forehead lighted cigarette with his last match, threw away the box, and said: We'll It takes them a long time to fetch that carriage
 Do you know" he continued, speak ing straight out into the street and look ing at no one, Foreigners aren't liked here so awful much. Last year the United States consul at La Guayra was threaten ed with death while some Venezuelan officials looked on. And this government did not take much trouble to make an apology to the United States. Then, a few months ago. the United States con- sular agent 1t Barcelona was arrested without cause and put in prison. A year ago the same consular officer was ar rested and an attempt made by local mill ttary authorities to eXtort money form him by force. Last fall German mer chant at Barcelona was arrested and tortured by the officials there until he gave them a large sum of money. Inside of twenty days a 6O00-ton German cruiser turned up, got back the money, and ob- tained ample satisfaction for the out rage
 But the worst of all was what hap pened to two Americans few weeks ago. They were men of high character-re- spectable people, mind you. They were going down to La Guayra on the morning train when they were arrested by one of these know-it-all officials and thrown Into prison. They didn't get especially fine treatment in Jail and they lost the New York steamer by reason of their de- tention. The excuse the official gave was that one of them had spilled some cigar cite ashes on the seat in front of him. Oh, they're bird gang. Where is that carriage, I wonder? Must have got lost in the shuffle.'
 End of the Revolution.
 The doctor crossed one foot over the other and showed his hands in his pock cts. He was one of those men who will talk much and fuently at some times and at other times will say nothing He had eaten well at lunch, and so, accord ing to the custom of the land, he talked of the all-pervading subject of revolution.
 Headed eastward from Caracas there runs a narrow road which takes it's be- ginning in one of the main streets of the city. Down this street, beneath the glar- ing sunlight of the early afternoon car riage drove languidy over the rough cob blestones There were four persons In the carriage. The other three were the doc tor. the photographer, and a negro on the box seat, whose regular occupation consisted in guiding the strangers about Garacus, and who filled in his spare time in bu~ying the dead among the people we had started out to see.
 The road grew narrower. After a time the cobblestones came to an end, and the way became like a country lane. only empty of all things beautiful and deso-
 
 The carriage wheels slumped into these with a lazy lurch. and the negro on the box seat swayed back and forth accord ing to the lurch of the carriage, and the photographer swayed, and the doctor swayed against the side. The horses plod- ded on steadily and slowly through the thick dust cloud which rose from the ground and hung close about the moving carriage. The doctor was the first to speak.
 That's the brewery we just passed" he said. "Got a match?"
 "Yes-here, take the whole box. I've got another"
 Thanks"
 The doctor smoked in silence The road became more barren. On either side were the houses of the poorer districts of Cara cas. All such districts of a city are bare. There live the people - joyless people the hangers-on, so to speak. of the other people who walk and talk and live within the city. They belong outside Even their houses are built in the open ground of the outskirts. Here the houses were built chiefly of mud. One or two, in try ing to initiate the dwellings, of the more wealthy inhabitants, were built with stucco walls only the stucco was cracked in many places and lined with streaks of dirt. The poverty of these districts brings forth the appearance of desolation. Here to the severest poverty was added great neglect.
 The carriage continued slowly on It's way and the doctor smoked. At times the driver jerked on the refns or spoke to the horses or whipped them, but the horses proceeded as before. The noise of the city, which we had left behind-the noise of the street where the road had begun, with its horse cars and its shops and the people who walked on the sidewalk gradually grew fainter and sounded now only as a low rumbling.
 Whats at End of the Road7
 Well" he said, they say the affair