The kingdom of the 'White woman' a sketch . one candle al-lowed for each room simply makes thedarkness visible, therefore we combineforces and concentrate all .from the dif-ferent rooms on one table. Then we sitdown and look at each other. Not being 68 The Kingdom of th^- accustomed to these rockers one or twoof us roll over backward. Said action atleast makes us feel more at home, andthe silence is broken by our shouts oflaughter. Its somewhere near two a. m. Letus form a solid phalanx and lock up a halfa mile of this and go to bed. No sooner said than acted upon, andthe procession moves, eac
The kingdom of the 'White woman' a sketch . one candle al-lowed for each room simply makes thedarkness visible, therefore we combineforces and concentrate all .from the dif-ferent rooms on one table. Then we sitdown and look at each other. Not being 68 The Kingdom of th^- accustomed to these rockers one or twoof us roll over backward. Said action atleast makes us feel more at home, andthe silence is broken by our shouts oflaughter. Its somewhere near two a. m. Letus form a solid phalanx and lock up a halfa mile of this and go to bed. No sooner said than acted upon, andthe procession moves, each person carryinga candle. As they pass down the longvista, it resembles a procession of the Holy Church. Each room is examinedseparately, and then securely locked andbarricaded. All goes well with the invad-ing force whose bravery is something un-excelled. The fate of any enemy wouldhave been appalling just then. I doubtif the palace has been occupied sinceIturbide moved out. The silence, which iscertainly overwhelming, is broken only by. Emperor Itukbides House. White Jfoman. 69 the snarl of some prowling cats. And wethank God there is something alive in thisplace, though why any first class cats thatcan move north remain here, is more thanwe can understand. So we settle ourselves for what is leftof the night, but even as I sink intoslumber I hear a distant voice murmur;Oh, brother, I dont believe papa wouldever find us if we were to die here. yo The Ki?tgdom of the CHAPTER XVII. IF it was quiet last night it is noisyenough this morning. Before daylightthe rattle of moving wheels and cries ofthe market vendors render sleep almostimpossible, especially as we have insistedupon sleeping with open windows. AMexican closes both windows of glass andshutters of iron, the night air being dreadedas as robbery or murder. Thestreet of the San Francisco is a movingmass of people, many carrying huge waterjugs or trays of strange looking fruits ontheir heads. Here comes a dray drawnb
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