The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-09-14
THE MEMORY OF A PAST.
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 thing of the past. ''Ah, mother of God, what dayl" cries Donna Josefa a full third Of a century after.
 Then Donna Josefa for the first time in her life began fto work for money. She did the one thing that she knew how to do. She seWed. She was young. She worked we1l. There were no big garment factories then. There were no unions. Those who. could do fine handwork were literally paid. Jo-- sefa could do 1t, and she earned gscd money Among her customers she numbers many of the wealthy families of bygone days. Even the wife of a governor of California. Which gover- nor? Josefa does not say. Perhaps it was so long ago that she has forgotten. Perhaps with time his worldly rank has gradually grown. Que diferencia hace? If Josefa chooses to call him Q governor, let it go at that.
 And Antonio, who was not of the chosen race of Mexicans? The same l old story. With hard work Josefa's brown eyes grew dull. The red faded | from her cheeks. Another woman l came, younger and prettier than she. l When Antonio went back to Mexico, It l was another woman's money that took him. Josefa 30 stayed here With the l going of Antonio went the last reason 1 for living. Donna Josefa gave up the l fight. Gradually the old customers l dropped off. The handful of Spanish speaking people scattered. The city l grew rapidly. Big factories sprang up 1 everywhere. Unions were Sborn. Step I by step Donna Josefa, still young in l years, was forced aside. For while I she took work home from the factories,
 but at forty she was broken and old and slow. Then the factories stopped l giving it, and Donna Josefa was a 1 thing of the past. Unable to speak English, she stayed close to her own Epeople, and went down, down to where | she is now.
 ] Those that she helped when she had
 money are all gone, or they are as poor now as they were then. Help from 1 others? Donna Josefa says this is an l ungrateful country. Back in her be- 1 loved Guadalajara all men are broth
 CTS. Those that have give to those that have not. The woman who cannot do her own work has it done for her by her enighbors. But here ti is all mon- ey money, and the Mexicans are as
 bad as the Americans. Donna Josefa
 makes sweeping gesture over the f1l- thy room. Tn Guadalajara," she says,
 ''it would not be so. Some one would
 do it for me. Here l cannot pay, so no
 one does it. I am old and sick, and
 have never done that kind of work" I
 wonder which is the real reason?
 ''When I had it, she continues, q
 gave to all who asked. No one came in
 vain. Five hundred dollars I gave to- l ward the building of the Church of l Guadaloupe, and four of my gold rings
 with stones, saeorita, with stones, are
 buried under the foundation. Now I
 have nothing, only God and the saints"
 Then, if she has taken a fancy to you, if she has found you "simpatica," :" Donna Josefy will rise with quite an
 air of dignity, and insisting that you precede her, will usher you across the landing into her other room, as dirty
 and untidy as the first. Here behind
 long black silesia curtains. stand two
 orange boxes end to end. Half white
 underskirt with deep, hand crochet
 serves as an alter cloth. A large print
 of the Holy Nino hangs above the altar. A taIlow candM in a brass candlestick | burns before 1t, Three botanical phe-
 nomena in green and purple tissue pa-
 per stand erect in the neck of an empty
 beer bottle. Half a dozen saints, all
 looking exactly alike to the uninitiated,
 cluster round the Holy Nino.
 , Then Donna Josefa will lead the way