Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1919-04-20

When he had passed away she saw that
as he had wished. his body was burned
and his ashes cast upon the funeral pyre
he had built with his own hands upon the
crest OF the hill he had made his own.
After that she settled down there TO
straighten out the manuscripts and letters
had left behind, and to put them to-
gether as memorial to him-for the life
OF Joaquin Miller ran side by side with the
most gorgeous, golden period OF the West
But Juanita, as has been said had her
own ideas" One OF them had gotten her
into lot OF trouble When she was in
New York she gave out an interview upon
her ideas OF wifehood-this was before the
trial marriage idea happened along. They
were printed with her picture. Some OF
the maxims she unfolded were these:
Don't marry a man whom you cannot
obey.
Don't marry at all unless you meet
man SO compelling, so mastertul that you
cannot help yourself.
BE submissive-for there can be no
true love without obedience.
Some one must rule ! could not be
happy with man whom | could order
about.
III your individuality is so strong and
distinct that you cannot submerge IL,
don't marry.
The woman must always submit; no
other way is possible"
very great many men, indeed. looking
a, Miss Juanita's charming face and read
ing her views on wifely submission, perked
right up and wrote TO her that they were
convinced that she was just the girl they
had been looking for all their lives. Would
she marry themo Others pursued her in
New York, and as II was not long after
this outbnrst that her fathers condition
forced her TO return TO California, they
even pursued her there
But after time the storm subsidized.
Out OF nole OF these suitors did she pick
a matt.
Bat in he meantime
In the meantime
A paper containing that very alluring
photograph Of Miss Juanita and her ex
IRENE anti.suffrage thoughts was slowly
crossing the Pacific. lingering about in
Manila, drifting up toward northern Luzon
on a coastwise boat, and dropping at last.
many months after II was printed, into the
hands Of one John Reavis, sitting on the
porch Of his excellently built bungalow
with three dark copper-colored young
ladies Of the Igorotte tribe squatting ador-
ingly at his feet. John Reavis opened the
paper, his eyes fell upon portrait and
headlines; they widened. He read it
through again.
THAT" whispered John Reavis to him
SELF "is Just the girl who would fit in
here. Beautiful-that's what / want.
Obedient-she wouldn't get me in bad with
the natives. who look on the married white
with contempt because he let's his wife
boss him, Compelling, masterful-thats
me! Submissive-that lets in Pickles.
Peaches and Cita there! When's the next
boat for the States? ought to get back,
anyway-and while I'm there I'll just see
whether this has been grabbed up-and II
it hasn't-"
And just as soon as he could thereafter
John Reavis struck the States.
He made instant inquiries about the
poets daughter; found that she was living
alone at "The flights; climbed up the
steep path on which still hung the old
poets signs, Don't come any further!
The path gets worse and 80 does the
view.' stop where you are! There's
nothing at the top worth the troubled"
and all the other legends by which Joaquin
strove to divert visitors from his solitudes
during his last days. John Reavis didn't
believe in signs-not as long as the orig
inal Of that face he had looked at in far
Luzon and the author Of those maxims
was at the end Of them!
And when he got to the end-sure
enough, there she was.
The wooing was brief.
Miss Miller herself says:
"Was in love with him? you ask. Who
can tell? think it was his impetuosity
that won mel"