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foolish herself once in a while, for experiment's sake, and that if Pacheco
would kindly roll her a cigarette she would try one. And there is no end
of opportunities in such a situation for a charming little lady of a dark
complexion to become most fascinating. The lighting was such a trouble
that Pacheco* had to handle the match while Estrella held the cigarette
between her teeth and puffed. Then the smoke got into her eyes and
made her weep most laughably and soon it made her cough, and the
attempt had to be given up with a fling of the offending paper and
tobacco. ,

There were many other of these devices which were apparent and
describable, but the things that most availed cannot be told. For they
were simple little quick glances, and little lookings away, and little
welcomes when Pacheco came in from the orchard, and little nods in
the morning and others at night, and many and many little things of
Love's descriptions, but not to be described else. And Pacheco became
daily less indifferent.

Finally, when the time was right, Estrella found a divided pit which
contained a double meat, and laughing challenged Pacheco to eat a
philopena. "And what shall be the forfeit ? " he asked.

"Oh, a present."

V And shall the test be yes or no ? "

" Yes or no to your question, just as you please."

" Well, it shall be yes and no, then," he said. " No, it shall be yes,"
said she.

"Yes, it shall be yes," he answered confused.

Then Estrella knew that it should be " yes " indeed.

So she contrived, as girls know how to contrive, that she should lose.
And Pacheco laughed a little, indulgently, and asked for his present.
"I will bring it in the morning ", she answered him. And when morn-
ing came he asked again. "I have already given it", she replied.
Then he looked at her closely and inquired in Spanish what the jest
might be. But she gave him the same reply. And through the day
and all the next he got no other. And she would joke with him no
more, and seemed serious and not like herself of two days ago. Thereat
Pacheco wondered a great deal ; and longed more than he could have
thought possible for her cheerful self.

Then the longing changed to something else within him. and the
something else caused him to discern some things which else he would
not have discerned.

Then on the evening of the third day, before he helped her into her
cart in which she drove home, he asked again very earnestly, "and what
was the gift?" She turned slowly and looked for many still seconds
far into his eyes. " Foolish ! " she said, and her look softened just the
faintest shade, but still it was hard — " Foolish ! Do you not know what
gift is yours when you are given it ? " And still she looked very steadily
into his eyes and was very calm.

Then Pacheco knew what the gift had been ; and it was many minutes
before he helped her into the cart in which she rode home.

And Estrella smiled happily for many days because she had received
a gift like the one she gave to Pacheco.

Uaremont, Cal.




A History of New Mexico

T certainly is high time we had a new one — for aside
from the volume of W. H. H. Davis, which is valuable
only because it was written in the early days of
American occupation ; and the alleged history of
ex-Gov. L. Bradford Prince, which never had any
value whatever, being simply written to be sold at
a " tertio-millennial " celebration which was held
half a century too soon ; and the undigested mass
of Hubert Howe Bancroft's disjointed crowd of
cheap reporters — there is no . modern history of New Mexico. And
certainly no part of the American Union more richly deserves definitive
treatment, as no other part has had quit,e so romantic a story.

Mr. Frank de Thoma, who is a clerk in the government building at
Santa Fe, if not a historian is a serious and earnest writer. He has
studied much more honestly than any of the aforesaid writers (or hirers
of writers, since we include Bancroft) ; and brings a much wider reading
of original sources to bear on his Historia Popular de Nuevo Mexico,
just published by the American Book Company, N. Y. His book is in
Spanish — and a very high-toned and sympathetic Spanish, too — and is
confessedly designed chiefly to be read by the descendants of those un-
surpassed heroes who found, colonized and tamed this remote corner of
the New World so long before an English-speaking colony had ventured
to sit down even on the Atlantic seaboard. But Mr. de Thoma probably
will not object to having it read by the later comers, and they will give
themselves pleasure and profit by the reading — if they are pretty
thoroughly grounded in Spanish. In its present shape it would be
dangerous for a beginner.

This little volume tells sympathetically, as a rule fairly, and with
many interesting details, the magnificent story of New Mexico. It
gives, more than any other history, full justice to the part played hy the
missionaries — who were, after all, the real heroes in the pacification.
It gives succinctly a great many things that cannot be found elsewhere
without an enormous amount of labor. Its list of the governors ; of the
companions and followers of Onate, who made the first colonization ;
and of the martyrs in the Pueblo Rebellion of 1680, are alone worth the
price of the book. The list of race-mixtures (p. 68) is interesting ; and
it was a happy thought to quote the quaint language of Onate's act of
taking possession. On the whole Mr. de Thoma has made a very read-
able and rather valuable book. Nowhere else in so small a bulk can
one find so much history of New Mexico.

On the other hand, honesty compels some severe strictures. It is
nothing short of astounding that a man should dare pretend today to
write a history of New Mexico — particularly a man of Santa Fe — without
one word about Bandelier, whose monographs are the only conclusive
work on New Mexican history in existence. That Mr. de Thoma largely
depended on these monumental essays — which, though they are not a



A HISTORY OF NEW MEXICO. 205

history of New Mexico, cover nearly every point in that history, prior
to this century — is patent to every student. One of the queer little indices
is this : on page 125 he quotes a passage from Villagran — and he got the
quotation from Bandelier ; for Mr. de Thoma himself never saw a copy
of Villagran, and probably never will see one. As the great disciple of
Humboldt is the only recognized final authority on New Mexican his-
tory, it would have been wiser for the new-comer to admit acquaintance
and debt.

It is no less surprising to find Mr. de Thoma uncertain as to the date
and the founder of Santa Fe ; it was long ago established beyond pos-
sible cavil that Onate founded the town in 1605. He is equally at sea
in questioning if Cabeza de Vaca saw any part of New Mexico. It is
settled that he did not. He entirely ignores the central fact which led
to Coronado's expedition — that Mendoza (just as he did later when vice-
roy of Peru) decided to kill two birds with one stone ; to explore new
regions, and at the same time rid his vireinato of the restless spirits.
Coronado was ordered to take his army exploring and never bring them
back — a fact which explains later complicatiotns, but of which Mr. de
Thoma seems entirely innocent. It is also several years too late to re-
peat the ignorant libels of the coward on Fray Marcos of Niza. That
heroic priest has been fully vindicated — and, among scholars, forever.

There are many other lapses in the book — like the cool as-
sumption that Coronado wrote the anonymous Relacion del Suceso ;
the remarkable ignorance of the usual habits of the Rio Grande (p. 31) ;
the ranking of the trivial expeditions of Chamuscado and Espejo above
the era-making entrada of Coronado ; the equal ignorance which makes
the ocelot a native of New Mexico, and so on for quantity. One would
like to know by what authority Mr. de Thoma says (p. 120) that the
Pueblo Indians were star-worshippers. He knows nothing personally
about the Pueblos ; and it would be interesting to know who gave him
this ridiculously untrue " fact."

The proofreading is hard to characterize in moderate language. It is
the worst I have ever seen in any book ; not one page in the total 185
lacks the grossest blunders. "Xumanes," " Xumanas " and "Ju-
manas " are used indifferently for the same tribe — and neither is cor-
rect. Such impossible errors as " Apaches," " Comanches," "Yut6s,"
"Jemez," "QuereV are used throughout the book ; and equal blunders
make perennial ducks and drakes of the grammar. ' ' Dijo," " Causado,"
"Sup6," "puse," "hiz6," are far more common in these slovenly
pages than the correct forms, and the accents in general are misapplied.
When an accent turns a common noun into a verb as is done so dis-
couragingly often in this book, the blunder counts. Mr. de Thoma's
work is earnest enough to merit a decent proofreader ; and also a little
of improvement by the author himself. C. F. L.




^A LANDMARK!



INtORPORATtO?

TO CONSERVE THE MISSIONS
AND OTHER HISTORIC
LANDMARKS OF SOUTHERN
CALIFORNIA.



^ , ~ - OFFICERS:

President. Chas. F. Lummis.

Vice- President, Margaret Collier Graham.

Secretary, Arthur B Benton, 114 >. Spring St.

Treasurer, Frank A Gibson. Cashier 1st Nat. Bant.

Corresponding Secretary Mrs M K. Stilson.

913 Kensington Road, Los Angeles.
ADVTSORY BOARD: Jessie Benton Fremont, Col. H. G. Otis, R Eean, W. C. Patterson. Adeline
Stearns Win*, Geo. H. Bonebrake. Tessa L Kelso, Don Marcos Forster. Chas Cassat Davis. Miss M. F. Wills,
C D. Willard. John F. Francis Frank J. Polley Rev. Wm. J. Chichester, Elmer Wachtel, Maj. H. T. Lee,
Rt Rev. Joseph H Johnson, Bishop of Los Angeles.
J. T. Bertrand, Official Photographer



Frank A. Gibson.
Henry W OMelveny.
Rev. J. Adam.
Sumner P. Hunt.
Arthur B Benton.
Margaret Collier Graham.
Chas. F. Lummis.



As this page goes to press, work begins on the last important task at San Juan
Capistrano — the re-roofing of Father Junipero Serra's adobe church. The requisite
lumber is paid for and on the ground, and the tiles necessary to fill the gap of those
lost and broken are being manufactured. In a few weeks now the tile roof will be as
picturesque as it was in its prime — and as much more durable as Oregon pine rafters
are more durable than sycamore poles. Arrangements are also made to cover the
cloister roofs (restored by the Club this year) with an asphalt waterproofing such as
they originally had. There will still be minor current improvements to be made ; but
with the finishing of these roofs the Landmarks Club will have saved all that was left
of this beautiful Mission — so strengthened and protected that it will stand for another
century. If the Club never did anything else, it would fee! that this one achievement is
enough to have justified its existence and its efforts. But it means to do a great deal
else. The preservation of San Juan is but the beginning and the type of the Club's
aims. And it is perfectly willing to have its usefulness judged by this its first accom-
plishment. If those upon whose intelligtnt public spirit and artistic sense the Club
must depend for the means to prosecute further work in the conservation of our historic
landmarks will inspect San Juan, the Club is content to stand or fall by their verdict.
As a matter of fact the work of preserving this noble ruin has been done thoroughly
wisely, with historic fitness, and very cheaply.

In a few weeks the directors hope to make a critical examination of San Fernando
and report just what can be done to save the remnants of that peculiarly interesting
ruin, with an estimate of the probable cost.

CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE CACSE.

Previously acknowledged, cash $903.50, services and material $412, total $1315.50.
New contributions : H. Newmark, $5, Mrs. John Wolfskin, $5 ; collected by Mrs.

Worrell, 55-

$1 each— Thorpe Talbot, Dunedin, New Zealand ; Alfred J. Rodwaye, Roxbury,
Mass.




There are many estimable people, conservative of the pro- no
prieties of life and thought, whose only dissipation is getting NEED

scared. Timidity, indeed, is a very logical outcome of what
we are pleased to term civilization. But really there is no need to turn
nervous over the present political campaign. Noise does not vote. Tf
it did, two coyotes on a moon-lit hill would be a majority. This is a
nation administered by ballots and not by the ad interim mouth. It is
also a business nation ; and not yet come upon the times when the
have-nots shall outvote the haves. Ninety per cent, of the business of
the country is on one side ; therefore that side is going to win. The
United States has many faults and many dangers, but it is not just yet
run by the failures. It is a good time for patriots to brush down their
hair and go about their business — not forgetting, of course, that part
of their business is their part in politics.

The primal curse is not so much that we have to earn our brains
bread in the sweat of our brow, nor that we must die. The
bitterness of it is that we have to grow up. Not to mention
what else we lose with youth, of innocence and hope and faith, it seems
a pity that we must also suffer the dwindling of what few brains we
started with.

Notoriously the burnt child cultivates aloofness from the fire. But as
he grows up he will sit so close to it as to singe his mentality — purely
because he has not been in the habit of changing his chair.

We hear much of the intelligence of the East — from Easterners.
And as we nearly all came from there ourselves, we can understand how
natural is their delusion. They are enormous thinkers — with their
memories.

Now God forbid that the Lion make light of tragedy ; but the sense
of proportion counts, even when we look at death. Suicide, whether it
be wilful or merely contributory, cannot rank with the unearned horrors.

Every newspaper in the United States printed on Monday, Aug. 18,
the most extraordinary commentary on Eastern intelligence that can be
conceived. On Thursday, Friday and Saturday New York city had been
busy dying of sunstroke. A double force of gravediggers — 400 in one
cemetery, for instance — could not keep pace with the demand. Funeral
expenses went up 20 per cent.; and the metropolis borrowed fifty hearses.
On Sunday nearly 500 people were buried.

"All day Father Costello stood in the tiny chapel at Holy Cross and pronounced
benedictions tor the dead. The funeral trains approached the chapel in double lines,
the hearses massed around the entrance, where bearers waited with their burden and
the weeping relatives till their turn to enter."



2oS LAND OF SUNSHINE.

If 500 people had perished D3' an engineer's carelessness, what a growl
of rage would have gone up from the civilized world ! But no railroad
horror ever A^et slew half that number. These five hundred New Yorkers
died of a climate they knew and took their chances on. They knew
that for a third of the year it is deadly by pneumonia and consumption ;
and that in another third it is fatal by sunstroke. Not so many die of
the weather in three days of every j^ear ; but in every year enough die.
These people never died before — therefore they staid.

It would be manifestly unfair to call this merely " Eastern intelli-
gence." It is rather the average human intelligence — except that
savages are very rarely such fools. They migrate. But if civilized folk
were born in Tophet, half of them would stay there after the gates were
open — because they were not in the habit of moving.

Meantime, such Easterners as have learned better do not stampede the
undertakers. If we die, out here, we do it decently and in order. No
one has to come earty to avoid the rush. And we die because we are
mortal — not because we are too lazy, too avaricious or too stupid to
shun climates known to be deadly. No one was ever sunstruck in the
Southwest.

It is not every day the country loses men it can so ill afford as
honorable William Henry Smith, who died suddenly in August. As

General Manager of the Associated Press for years he was
probably best known ; and in that trj'ing position he earned the gratitude
of all who care for honest journalism. But he was something above a
journalist ; and not only in the higher statecraft of the country, but as
a historian, made an honorable mark. Even at the time of his death
he was engaged upon a comprehensive history of the Hayes administra-
tion, and had it so well in hand that it is believed his literary heirs can
present it about as he would have wished. His struggles to finish his
book in the face of a fatal disease were among the silent heroisms ; and
his family never dreamed how near he was to the shadowy line. He
was a brother of C. W. Smith, now receiver of the A. & P. R. R., and
still, as he was when General Manager of the Santa Fe system, one of
the most intelligent and effective friends the West has had in the times
that were most pregnant for California.
THE There are few who deserve better of their country than that

ardent and competent American, Brander Matthews. His hand

UNIVERSITY. ... , _ ' , ,..■,-

and his voice are always effective, not only on the side of
patriotism, but with methods in which one can decently be patriotic.
It is pleasant to note that his Introduction to American Literature,
praised in these pages several months ago, has since been as warmly
commended by all the leading critics of the country. Yet before this
excellent book is forgotten in the present tidal wave of printed stuff,
the Lion wishes to nail one little heresy. " That best of universities, a
great city," says Mr. Matthews, in telling of the education of one
American author.

It is not a true characterization. As one who knows universities and
cities, the Lion must beg to remind Mr. Matthews that while the city is



BEST



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probably a larger school than the college, there is a greater than either ;
and may wish that so brave and fair a scholar might have its advantages.
College and city alike teach a man to think too much with his memory
and too little with the back of his head. They vastly instruct but much
less educate him. They give him tools, but not the supple wrist. They
stiffen his mental joints, because they do everything for him.

No college man can decently ignore the benefits of college ; no city
man be ungrateful for what the friction of men has taught him. But no
man who has after both taken a post-graduate course of the frontier can
forget that this was worth them all. The true "greatest of all uni-
versities " is that which teaches its pupils to think ; which trains them
in self-reliance ; which shows them not how to keep doing what they
have done, but to be ready to_d p at ne edwhatey£r_th£X.do not know
how to do.

Trrerenare self-reliant men everywhere ; but self-reliance is not increased
by the scheme which blacks a man's boots and cooks his meals and pre-
scribes his coat and either does everything for him or tells him how to
do everything. Man is meant to be able to meet any emergency ; to be
supple in body and mind — and he becomes so only by practice; and
practice of that sort is largely lacking in every great city. Only an
ignoramus can slur the courage of city men. They are as brave as the
country boys — and frequently more alert, as their nervous systems are
more developed. But as every observant traveler knows, the average
city man is the most helpless person when carried outside his ruts. His
country cousin is no greener mentally ; and is much readier to adapt
himself.

Let us be thankful for all the schools we have, by whatever name they
are called. But let us not forget that the supreme education is that
which fits a man to handle himself in whatever circumstances. And
until he has known hardship and danger and unfamiliar crises, he does
not find out his whole capacity as a scholar.

The Critic very properly rebukes the sensational correspond- NO great
ent of a London daily. In trying to tell the Britishers how hot it weather,

was in New York city on the 14th of August, this person greatly nohow

exaggerated the "odors of the charnel house." The Critic wishes it to
be distinctly understood that human bodies were not left to decompose
on the streets ; and that while there was not the same promptness in
removing equine carcasses, only 1300 horses died of the weather in New-
York city that week anyhow. The Lion is glad to help the Critic pass
along this refutation of a base libel.

It was meant to be said, in connection with last month's NOTES
frontispiece, that while Mr. Nahl painted a very gorgeous fan- and

dango, it was in no sense a real one. No such scene was ever notions.

visible anywhere in Spanish-America ; unless it may have been at some
road-house. If Spanish ladies are better arranged than the proverbial
Queen of Spain, they never exhibit their superiority.

The population of Southern California is at once its permanent
strength and its momentary weakness. Its strength, because in the
measure of average intelligence no such population ever before sat
down together. Its weakness, because in so great a population of new-
comers a fair understanding of the State's past conditions and future
needs cannot be had at once. If there is any one need for Californians
now, besides (and selfishly as great as) the need to pull together for
honest government, it is the need to defeat the attempt of a personal
interest to punish Senator Perkins for being an honest man. We need
him again in Congress.




THE MORN-
ING LIGHT

IS BREAKING



If there is anything more pernicious
than the sort of optimists who keep
the world back by their general belief that
bad is good enough, it is the style of pessimists
who (too cowardly to get out and fight for betterment) pretend every-
thing is so hopelessly bad that it's no use. And this is just as true in
literature as in politics, business and religion.

If the Lion has ever said anything sniffy about the intellectual
alertness and independence of the tame and cottony East,
he feels rebuked. Back yonder they have discovered that
Joaquin Miller is a poet — a little matter which England found out some
twenty years ago and didn't care who knew it. It is very pleasant, even
at this late date, to read in the Critic (New York, July n) an apprecia-
tion of the Poet of the Sierras as unreserved as it is unprecipitate.
" There can be no doubt," admits the Critic, that " his claim to very
high rank as a poet" has been " unaccountably and heartlessly ignored."
The italics are Western. Xor is this all. The Critic — which is fore-
most of the purely literary weeklies — gives a page and a half to such
praise of Miller as it has rarely given any poet. The review is generous
and just ; though it by no means brings out what greatest work the poet
has done.

All this is distinctly encouraging. When a man may be weighed by
what he has done, rather than by where he lives, there looks to be hope
for literature. And possibly on the heels of this Eastern landfall of
Joaquin some Californians may awaken to the fact that we have one of
the great American poets. Joaquin does not agree with St. Paul about
causing his brother to offend ; there are many valued citizens of Oak-
land more grateful to the barber and the tailor. But it is conceivable
that California and the United States in general may sometime secure a
population wherein the groom shall not be arbiter. And when they do,
Miller will come to his own.

Episcopo & Co. is the first of Gabriele D'Annunzio's novels
translated in the United States. Hitherto this Italian master
has been known chiefly through French editions, and it is
quite like Chicago enterprise to bring him within the reach of the aver-
age American reader. This is one of D'Annunzio's shorter novels, and
apparently not of his maturer ones ; yet it is an extremely powerful
sketch which lays hold upon incalculable baseness and lifts it to unmis-
takable art. I despise the realism which finds nothing real except the



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low ; but such treatment as this makes a book which will not be dropped
unfinished. The translation is flexible ; and the volume is of the exquisite
workmanship of H. S. Stone & Co. Chicago, $1.25.

It is to be hoped that the publishers will send a trepanning another
outfit with every copy of the Petit Journal des Refuses that TRAP F0R

goes to the New York exchanges. Otherwise their jest will be
taken seriously by these innocents — as was the Lark not many months
ago. The P. J. R.is very funny to those who are not impenetrable.



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