The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1903-06-11

| ence right away only took four bottles in all
and felt better than had in long time. Can
work all day and not feel tired as would
| in an hour before taking your treatment.
| think it is the only medicine"
DR.. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets cure dir
| illness and sick headache
cate health, or her wealth, or for any
other reasOn-he may beckon her to
come at once to the window ahead of
others who had succeeded in forcing
their way to the front. But 1t would be
mistaken kindness on his part: for the
enviouS siSterhOod would commence
vigorous warfare on the one thus favor
ed by sly kick. scratches, pinches,
even hair pulling and pricks with pins
In this holy conflict no quarter is given
and no consideration shown and the
| bruises and scratches received afford
matter of pleasant conversation for the
day in the different circles of society,
according to the number who have
taken part in the pious contention. The
priest cannot be ignorant of what is
going on: but it is said that the more
arduouS the struggle and numerous the
combatants, the greater is his inward
satisfaction, as evidencing the religious
fervor of the penitentS and his own
popularity among them.
: The railroad house, which through the
courtesy of the company was placed at
+ the disposal of our party during the
few days we were obliged to wait in
Mollendo, is a neat frame cottage, en-
closing central garden and surround
ed by blossoming trees and shrubs 1t
/ occupies a charming site on an emf
nence overlooking the little plaza and
! commanding a semi-circular eXpanse
, of ocean blue" while from its rose
! wreathed verandas and tlowery patio
the melancholy music of the breakers
sounds forever in ones ears. The pretty
casa, however, has history strange as
sad. 1t was built by Mr.. John Thorn
dyke. the railroad man from Boston,
when at the height of his power in
these parts, and was designed for his
UW ii II eliS EiNstS NeAii'iio
room are handsome sideboards and ele-
CANT table service; the drawing room
and numerous sleeping apartments are
large, airy and we'll appointed, and all
the windows open, French fashion, to
the floor of the encompassing verandas.
Though so long deserted everything
about The premises is kept as spotlessly
clean as Oh board man of-War, for the
old servant who has been in charge SO
many years still looks confidently for
| the return Of Don Juan" as he af-
fectionately calls his former master.
The latter who always took this man
! with him during the days when he lord
ed it up and down the road, having
! been long ago ousted by some changes
of railway management, has not been
near Mollendo for fifteen years, and is
not likely to come again, even if yet in
the land of the living. Yet everything
is Kept up as if he were momentarily
expected. The flower beds are beauti-
fully cared for the windows polished
every day, and every inch of veranda
and uncarpeted floors scrubbed white
as snow, Meanwhile the carpets have
faded, and moths have riddled the
crimson hangings, and Father Time has
whitened the hair of the ancient ser
vitor, who has never abated his devo-
ton by one jot or little. In fact he has
gone daft on the subject of his beloved
don Juan" and like male Mariana
in the moated grange is ''aweary'' be-
cause he cometh not. His ailing wife,
who could not bear the air of Mollendo,
long since went to live with married
daughter in Arequipa, and died there,
but even her death could not take him
away for one day, for did not the mas
ter leave him in charge and might he
not return to his own at any moment?
When the Peruvian government seized
the railroad, some years ago, and this
house among the other property, the
servant refused to surrender the keys,
and would have defended them with his
life, if need be. Another majo domo
was put in charge, but the old one stay
ed on, in spite of the frequent dis
charges and lack of salary, until his
real merit being understood the harm
less and faithful lunatic had came to
be considered a fixture here.
Nights in this deserted casa, with the
watchful lunatic roaving about, and the
roar of the restless ocean sounding in
ones ears, are rather gruesome. Ghosts
of abortive schemes and dead ambitions
seem to be prowling around the premi-
ses, lurking in the empty rooms and
hiding behind the moth-eaten hangings.
On the parlor walls are pictures of the
Meiggs Brothers, once the railroad
kings of Peru-both long dead. OF