The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-04-26

was the Key 10 tnelf DelnE aDle 10 sup sist. They were like bulldogs. When once they fastened on yoy you were done. Indeed, they were by far the most British of all the Spanlards.
 Police Do Not Interfere
 The police never interfered with them. They were too tired. It took them all their time to carry themselves and their swords along in the hot sun. And if I had been Spanish policeman I would have done the same thing. After my en- countre with the wolfish-faced young man and one or two more of his pals. I came to the conclusion that generosity rather than warfare was the proper attitude. Tn fact, as time wore on, the Wofishfar0d one and I became quite friendly. His tax on me was Q centimos every two days, which I thought most reasonable.
 There was the slim lady with the giant ess head When first I saw her was paralyzed with fear I would have rim away if my legs would have carried me. Imagine terrible giantess head on the body of a woman rather less than the ordinary size. When I saw her l thought that Nemesis had overtaken me upon too long a gazing at the wine that was red. But no. She was a real person, standing in real sunshine. asking me in a sweet, silvery voice for aims. The sweet. sil- cery voice did for me altogether and ' made the fearful error of giving her the first coin that came to my hand-a peseta.
 There was the ancient gipsy king He was spry parchmenty-loolSn person. who had the appearance of being at least POO years old He always made me think of very active mummy. But he was an artist, second only to the statesman with the deep. beautiful Gladstonian voice who had honored me by taking my twopence at the railway station. The ancient gip- sy wing wore voyal dress, and his meth cd was to come and smile and bow deep ly. And then he would hold out his hand and the person who would refuse to put a 1o-centimo piece in it would, indeed. be a revolutionary ruffian. To get a bow and a smile from a king in exchange for a penny is something in these rude. dem ocratic days. The gipsy king was much by Americans
 IT you were really hard of heart and gave nothing. you were. in the fnness of time. let alone, of course But to do that was to earn curses of weird and dread character! Besides. you deprived yourself of the society of the most In- teresting and energetic persons in Gran ada. These beggars acted upon one AS n stlmulant. They were an antidote to the enervating effect of the climate. That was doubtless why the law. in It's wisdom. let them alone They kept things awake
 An Artistic Mendicant
 There was the sad looking beggar who kept watch and ward at the door of the cathedral He had much the appearance of certain gifted humorist who was one of the funniest men ever seen on the stage. His face was at once dolefu, and devotional. He was very much in. the picture as he sat with his tin cup await ing aims. He never said anything-but looked appcalingly. Not to give him any thing would, indeed, be wrong He also was artistic, for when you dropped q coin in his cup his lips moved iu prayer. What they moved in if you passed hifl without giving anything fear to think of. I am sure. on the whole, that 1t was better for the welfare of ones soul to give him at least centimos.
 The boy with the Murilo face! His beat lay on the right side of the Calle de los Reyes Catolicos. as you went towards the Alhambra. He did very well indeed, No lady could pass him without giving him He didn't have to be an artist flor he was art itself. My friend Joaquin. the briefiess Spanish barrster, told me that he kept all his brothers and sisters and father and mother and grandfather and grandmother in affluance He was a slim, graceful lad of about 13, with an Arab strain in him.
 was nine weeks in Granada, and my contribution towards the upkeep of the