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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
The Red^Mirage
A Story of the French Legion
in Algiers
By I A. R WYLIE
'AD -iHbts
IIuj iiuUL t - Mcrrui La*.)
CHAPTER XX—Continued.
—ID—
The clear eyes darkened. Gabrlelle
ft m 1th did not take the extended handu.
Iier own were clasped before her.
"I have come to plead with you,
Madame Arnaud—not to Judge.?
"And If I promise you—If I tell you
that I will do all that lies in my
power—"
"Then my errand la accomplished."
Sylvia's hands dropped. It struck
her that this woman had a mean soul,
coarsened with rough contact with the
world. She could not rise to the high
altitudes of forgiveness and reconcili-
ation. She could only grasp the ma-
terial things of life. Sylvia caught a
glance of her own reflection In the
glass opposite, and she saw how ethe-
real her own beauty had become. After
ail, beauty is the outward and visible
sign. Suddenly her name was called—
roughly yet plteously—and her eyes
I ink.
"That's my husband/' she said
gravely. "Even in his delirium he is
always calling for me. The dying are
sacred, are they not? We must for-
give them as we forgive the dead."
"Yes," Gabrlelle assented.
"I must go to hiin. But I will do
what I have promised. I—I will atone
Tor him. Perhaps it may soothe him—
comfort him to think thnt the wrong
he has done has been righted—dou't
you think?"
"Perhaps."
But Gabrlelle Smith did not seem
to see the extended hand. There was
a hard line about the flne mouth, and
without greeting—almost as though
goaded by an impatient contempt—she
went out of the open French windows
Into the brazen glare of the afternoon.
Sylvia Arnaud watched the slight up-
right figure vanish Into the archway
beyond the courtyard. She was vague-
ly disconcerted—like an actress left
suddenly without her cue—and be-
neath the tranquil consciousness of vlr.
tue there stirred the old hatred, the
old mistrust.
In the sickroom all was still again.
The blinds were drawn, and in the
green-tinted shadows Desire's face
showed like a white light She went
softly over to his bedside and eat
down, looking at him. Ills eyes were
closed and he appeared to sleep. A
cold wonder crept over her. He had
changed so completely In those few
months of their married life that the
change ceased to be terrible. This
was not the man whose fleeting, un-
known fascination had caught her rest-
less fancy—not even the man she had
grown weary of. He was nothing—a
mere nusk of something that had once
been. Still, as she sat there and looked
back on those months, many things
became triumphantly clear to her. She
understood why she had grown weary,
and why weariness had changed to
nausea. He was a bad man. He had
sinned; he had let another suffer for
him, and had pursued his victim with
a relentless hatred. Iier woman's in-
stinct had recognized the evil and had
passed judgment. Beside him Rich-
ard Farquhar's tlgure gleamed in the
limelight of her imagination—a cheva-
lier of the old school, quixotic and
romantic. But she did not love nim.
Perhaps there was even somewhere in
her a vague contempt—at least, a
slightly patronizing pity strengthened
by the knowledge that now his salva-
tion was in her hands. Iier thoughts
passed on from him to the implacable,
ruthless man who had cotno back tc
her out ot the Jaws of death, and to
whom she was going with the sur-
render of her whole self. And an she
"Sylvia—you will not leave me? I
feel as though I could rest with you
beside me. You will stay?"
"Yes—yes."
"I have loved you so greatly, my
wife. 1 have been down to bell for
love of you, and now I am fighting my
way back—to you—to the light. Love
is stronger than sin—than death—than
God himself—" His voice trailed off
again, his eyelids dropped, hiding the
pale light of ecstatic delirium.
The nurse entered on tiptoe.
"There is a man—a soldier—in the
drawing room, madame," she whis-
pered. "He brings a message for
madame—it must be delivered at once.
I will keep watch while madame Is
gone."
She nodded, ne had sent for her. She
was going to him. Nothing mattered
now. She had waited long enough.
The little fragile chain of self-control
had snapped. She was going to him
—now, cost what it would. Yet out-
Who Is This
wardly she was quite calm as she
pushed aside the curtains. Only the
uneven color of her cheeks might have
betrayed her.
"Yes?" she said interrogatively.
The legionary standing against the
light turued and clapped his heels to-
gether.
"A letter, madame, to be delivered in
your hands."
"I thank you." ner voice sounded
gentle, graciously courteous. She tore
open the letter with steady fingers.
"Will yoi tak back a message from
me?" she asked.
"Such are my orders, madame."
"Will you tell Colonel Destlnn
'Yes' ?"
"Is that all madame?"
"That Is all."
Yet he remained motionless, watch-
ing her.
"Madame, I have another message.
It is for another lady—a Mademoi-
selle Gabrlelle, who is Madame's com-
panion."
"From whom?"
"From a comrade who dies at day-
hreak."
She caught her breath lnaudibly.
thought of him invisible hands tore i The pulse stopped for a moment In
down the veil, and she saw the pic
ture that he had paiuted of her—saw
it and shrank from it even though s'ie
knew that it was the Insignia of his
power.
Desire's eyes opened. They rested
full on her face, and in their recogni-
tion, their pathetic, helpless worship
she regained herself and the heights of
her virtue. She bent over him.
"Are you better, Desire?"
"Sylvia." His hand groped feebly
for hers. She touched it kindly. She
would not reproach him. She wag for-
giving him. He was going to die.
And then she would be free. She did
not think of her freedom. It was like
a hidden pulse—beating persistently,
feverishly.
"I neard you call," she said. "Is
there anything want? The nurse will
be back in a moment"
He caressed her hand with an In-
finite tenderness.
"They are going to shoot him at
daybreak," he said very gently "And
then all will be well, will it not? You
will forget him. You will learn to
anderstand—everything. We shall be-
gin a new life together in a new world,
my wife. There will be no shadow
between us where we are going—"
She shrank from him, half In norror,
half in vague fear. He was dying
and he seemed so sure Hy did not
<tsk for forgiveness: then? was no re-
morse in his sunken eyes- -rather a
grave, serene pity. His band still
held hers. There was a power in its
weakness which terrified her: she felt
as though she v ouId never be able to
tre« her* elf.
the full course of her reckless purpose
something gripped and held her—a
poignant suspicion, an emotion that
was like Jealousy.
"Mademoiselle Oabrlelle is not here,"
she said slowly. "If you give me the
message I will deliver it."
"It is verbal."
"I will deliver It exactly."
He looked at her. She did not like
his face. There was an Imperturb-
able arrogance in his eyes which of-
fended her.
"The message is a simple one. My
comrade said to me: 'Tell her that her
faith in me made many things pos-
sible. Tell her thnt the reality was
more beautiful than the mirage.'"
"A strange message." She tried to
laugh, but the laugh shook and broke
off. "1 shall endeavor to remember."
"My comrade will thank you, ma-
dame."
He saluted and turned to go. But
on the threshold of the wide-open win- j
dows be halted. He seemed to be look- j
ing at something, and suddenly, to her
angry amazement, he stopped and
picked up a sliver frame from the bric-
a-brac on the low table.
"What are you doing?" she demand-
ed Imperatively.
He faced her with an ease and de- 1
cislon that startled her.
"Who is this, madame?"
"Are you mad? Shall I have to re-
port you to your colonel?"
She glanced at the photograph which
ne held toward her. Against her will, j
forced by an Indescribable fascination,
her eyes rose again to his face. And
suddenly the pulse stood still, drowned j
In a rushing flood or incoherent tei
rors.
'That was my brother."
She used the past tense for the firs
time with that deadly sense of con vie
tlon. The legionary unfastened hi*
tuidc and drew out something, which
he laid quietly on the table beside her
"Then this belongs to you," be said
simply.
Mechanically she took up the little
locket and opened It. Inside was the
thing she knew that she would find,
her own miniature—a valueless, ama
teurlsh effort done in her schoolgirl
years for her adored comrade.
"I knew him as Philip Grey,
madame. He gave It me nearly two
years ago—when he was dying."
"Then—he Is dead?"
He made a grave pitying movement
of assent.
"He was my friend, madame. He
belonged to my company. He wa:: not
strong, and one day out In the desert
. he gave way. He went mad, I think—
| mad with exhaustion and thirst. He
disobeyed orders, and they gave him n
double burden. He broke down, and
they left him out there—In the desert."
"How long ago?"
"As I have said—nearly two years.
It was Colonel Destlnn's great forced
march south—one hundred and fifty
, kilometers In three days. Many of us
died on the road."
j She laughed suddenly. She had the
I odd feeling that there was a third per-
son In the room—a black faceless
shadow that had laughed with her. She
j had to make a great effort to regain
her composure.
"Yes—and tbfn?"
"Afterward they allowed me to go
back and fetch his body. I did not
know his real name, but he had given
me the locket and It occurred to me
that If ever his people knew they
would be glad that he had not been
left out there—alone. He lies In the
Legion's cemetery—Philip Grey, No.
0112."
"Yes—I remember—thank you."
She did not see him go. She dressed
quickly aud went out Into the court-
yard. A voice called her by name
with monotonous persistency, but she
didn't hear It. There was a woman
with flowers to sell standing hesitantly
In the passage, but she did not see her.
She had grown deaf and blind to tho
present. She was looking back along
the road she had come, and she saw
the fate she had invoked stalking in-
visible beside her.
"Sylvia! Sylvia!"
The tiower-glrl still stood In the
shadowy passage. Imperturbably, with
inscrutable eyes, she watched Sylvia
Amaud's figure stand out for a mo-
ment against the sunlit avenue and
disappear.
"Sylvia 1"
"Philip Grey, No. 3112, Legion
Etrangere."
Sylvia knelt with clasped hands, and
gazed at the roughly-cut letters.
Around her and above her a sea of
crosses lifted up their gaunt black
arms—hundreds upon hundreds, in the
voiceless identical supplication of for-
gotten things. She prayed softly. She
did not cry. She felt herself surround-
ed with a peace that was above tears.
Little by little the flood was flowing
back on Its old course. She was think-
ing what she should say to Destlnn
when he came to claim her. She would
rise up and point to this piteous un-
tended mound. "This lies between
ns," she would say to him. She would
not curse him. In expiation she
would claim Richard Farquhar's life.
She would go back to her husband: she
would take up the broken threads and
weave them to the perfect pattern. She
would carry with her the memory of
that brief glimpse of her own soul, of
her own love. The dead are not In
vain—it was a beautiful thought—
Steps sounded on the gravel path-
way. She looked up, but It was not
Destlnn who came toward her. It was
the flower-seller, her basket crowded
with fresh blossoms.
"Hoses, madame? Roses to offer to
the dear dead?"
"Ah, yes. I thank you. Give me all
that you have."
She covered the low mound with gor-
geous red and gold. The beauty of it
—of thh chance—lifted her grief on
soft wings to a gentle, almost happy
resignation. She said, smilingly, "I
shall come every day, and every day
you must bring me all your flowers."
She wondered what It was—what
had come over her. Something had
happened. There had been a sharp,
Insignificant little pain between hsr
shoulders—a mere nothing. She caught
her breath; it hurt her, and she turned
slowly, her eyes wide open with a
childish amazement.
"What has happened?"
The woman opposite her said noth-
ing. Her face, through the rising mist,
was blank, unreadable. Sylvia put her
fingers to her lips—she did not know
why she had done so; she saw now
that there was blood on her fingers.
She remembered that she had kissed
one of the roses. Perhaps it had bled.
She tried to turn back again. Her
limbs were curiously heavy—almost
leaden. Then she dropped, face down-
ward, amid the scattered roses.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Evidently Feared for Minister.
"It Is a great help lr. my parish,"
Bays Canon Tuppe/ Carey of York.
England, "to go to the public houses
and play cards with th«s mon so as to
get to know them. Of course, it is
very unpleasant sometimes when a
drunken man puts his arms round
your neck'' He remembers once vis-
iting a public house in Leeds and a
man coming up and saying: "I'm sur-
prised to see you here, Mr. Carey."
"Why should 1 not come here as much
as you?' answered the canon. "I have
not made a beast of myself." "Well," !
replied tho man, "you haven t so fur." j
Mystery of the Alligators Found in Rock Creek
U/ ASHINGTON.—There are no sharks In the District, It Is true, but until
recently there were live and uncivilized alligators disporting themselves In
Uoclc creek near the zoo. They had not escaped from the alligator pond at the
zoo, In fact, the authorities are in the
dark as to how they got in the creek.
It might have rained alligators, or
maybe s6me person who had them as
pets let them stray down the street
In an unguarded moment Anyway,
they Appeared suddenly near the zoo. I
It was a most astonished keeper I
who looked on the bank of the creek
one morning and saw Mrs. Alligator
stretched out sunning herself. Assls-
tanee was hurriedly called and a posse
went after the alligator. It slid off into j
deep water, but was rounded up by the men who had pursued it into the creek.
They captured It, and It Is now among the alligator collection in the lionhouse I
of the soo.
It was a large 'gator, too. Superintendent Baker said that "It was big
enough to take a nice piece out of one's leg, if one were wading In the creek."
It was about four fe?t long, of a very wlgglesome disposition, and by last
reports is doing well. It has been named Bessie.
But that by no means finished the 'gator shower. The morning after its
capture, another was seen, sunning Itself at about the same spot on the creek
bank. The posse was again organized, and hunted down the second arrival.
•One managed to catch It by the tail, but It had to be shot before it could be
' captured.
MU5LUM or Ypiranoa
UNCLE
ALienisT
Duo
Where Uncle Sam Cares for 3,200 Insane Persons
THE southern outskirts of Washington there Is a large country estate
^ which belongs to the government. Extending over several hundred acres of
green lawns and farm lunds are 60 brick buildings and frame cottages which
house over 3,200 residents. There are
all the appurtenances of a self-support-
ing colony, from a blacksmith's shop
to a shoe factory. There is an Ice
plant, a bakery, a dairy with a herd
of 201 cows, and a big carpenter shop,
where tools and furniture and brooms
are fashioned. The residents make
their own clothes, farm the land and
enre for the lawns, do the building
and repair work and give their own
theatricals In a theater built for the
purpose. The colony Is not a federal
socialistic experiment. It Is the government asylum for the Insane, one of the
most remarkable scientific institutions in the world. Here come psyehologlsts
from all over the United States to work in the psychological laboratory, as
well us many eminent alienists from abroad, who, while coming to observe and
study, bring many new and Interesting theories with them. For the last 25
years the asylum has been under the superintendence of Dr. William A. White,
a psjchologlst of the modern school and an admirable executive who has
worked out the present unique system by which all necessities ®re produced
by the patients within the confines of the grounds. As an economic expedient
not much can be said In favor of the system, since the great majority of the
articles manufactured could be bought very much cheaper direct from factories,
but the work serves to keep the patients occupied and contented.
LVery day any number of patients may be seen laboring busily about the
place, cutting the grass, working the farm and feeding the poultry and cattle;
and if It were not for the pathetic similarity of expression on their faces, the
brood iron bars on the windows of the houses and the high brick wall which
completely surrounds the grounds you would Imagine that Uncle Sam was
conducting a summer agricultural and Industrial college.
St. Elizabeth's, a3 the asylum Is called, was established by the government
in 1855, primarily for the military insene, although It was also to take care
of the insane of the District of Columbia, who at that time were not very
numerous. Now, In addition, it receives all the Insanity cases of the federal
prisons, for which there is a special building securely barred and elaborately
guarded.
Veteran of Civil War Repeats March in Capital
WEARING his faded old blue uniform and carrying his musket and bayonet
field equipment of the days of the Civil war, Sergt. John Kirk, now an
inmate of the Soldiers' home, marched up Pennsylvania avenue from the
Peace monument to the White House
at two o'clock on a recent afternoon,
ns he did 55 years before, to the hour,
when he inarched up the historic
_ thoroughfare with his regiment to be
t ^ > reviewed by President Lincoln before
£ being sent off to fight.
The hundreds of people that
thronged the avenue stopped and
gazed curiously after the erect and
soldierly looking veteran as he
inarched ns he did over half a century
ago. Sergeant Ivlrk applied for a per-
mit to make the march severnl days before, nnd Major Pullman told him he
did not need one. The sergeant explained that he simply wished to make the
murch in memory of days gone by.
No one knew the purpose of the "parade," but many, seeing Ills quaint
uniform, and thereby knowing him to be a veteran of America's great war,
cheered him along the route.
FOR RAPID growth and develop-
ment, Sao Paulo, Brazil, stands
almost preeminent among the
cities of the world. Founded
In 1554 by Jesuit priests under Father
Jose de Anchleta, the "Apostle of
South America," the city had only 5,-
000 inhabitants In the year 1816. In
1832 the white population amounted
to about 15,000 in the whole munici-
pality, and in 1850 there was scarcely
any change in the figures. But after
1875, which Is to say after railways
began to penetrate the fertile interior
and the great development of coffee
culture opened the way to white Immi-
gration, there was a series of leaps
In the number of Inhabitants: In 1872
Sao Pauo had 23,000 inhabitants; in
1890, 65,000; in 1893, 131,000; in 1900,
240,000; in 1910, 375,000, and in 1915,
500,000, says Miss J. Elwin Elliott in
the Pan-American Magazine.
Between 1890 and 1900 Sao Paulo
arose from her position of a pleasant
but practically stagnant town, waking
to extraordinary activity; she trans-
formed her outward appeaarnce, prac-
tically rebuilding the old city, laying
out new areas of streets and repaving
the old ones; presently she reformed
her water supplies, constructed
splendid system of sanitation, and to-
day stands in beauty of edifices (pub-
lic and private), avenues and city
streets, civic cleanliness and order,
among the first cities of the Americas.
She comes third In size among South
American cities, with Buenos Aires
first and Rio de Janeiro second.
For the year 1916 the revenues of
Sao Paulo are calculated at about
9.000 contos, whlclj at the rate of ex-
change prevailing at the end of 1915
Is the equivalent In United States
money of about $2,250,000.
City expenditures are high, because
Sao Paulo has employed large sums In
creating a beautiful and well-kept city,
clean, healthy, with fine public service.
To perform all this work—and most of
It has been done within the last dozen
years—she has incurred a city debt
of nearly $4,000,000 United States cur-
rency, nn amount far from excessive
in view of her wealth and future pros-
pects as a growing center of develop-
ment. Under the control of broad-
uiinded prefeitos (mayors) of the city
a great amount of boldly conceived
Improvement work has been done; the
name of Paul Souza Is among these
makers of Sao Paulo, his work being
followed by that of the famous Pnulls-
The biggest items In the expendk
tures of the city of Sao Paulo aw
those for public service, including up-
keep of parks and gardens and raunW
clpal cleaning; all this work Is spJeu*
didly performed, the city being qult«
one of the best kept on the westers
hemisphere. Nearly $1,000,000 s yitftf
is thus spent
Large Foreign Element.
Sao Paulo, in common with aft
South American cities of Importance
has a large foreign business element;
the English and French have a strong
hold In finance, have done a greal
deal of construction work, and owa
some powerful commercial houses rep-
resenting large investments. Ths
Italians are generally represented by
the Industrial element and smaller
commercial enterprises, although
there are also some great Italian for-
tunes here; Germans long ago entered
In commerce, banking and agriculture,
and there has been, especially Flnot
the European war began, an increas-
ing commercial Interest on the part of
North Americans in Sao Paulo.
However, it must not be imagined
that as has happened in some parts of
Latin America, enterprise Is in th«
a | hands of foreigners alone; the Paullsta
has himself worked to make his state
great, has constructed splendid rail-
ways, built roads a?id bridged rivers^
developed huge plantations, created
great commercial houses, is operating
flne banks, and altogether Is as keen
an International trader as his brother
from Europe.
"During my residence here," said
one of the foreigners to the writer at
the beginning of 1916, "I have twlc®
seen the population of Sao Paulo doa-
ble Itself. I should not be surprised
to see the same thing happen again
In the course of the next ten years,
with the pastoral development of the
huge Interior regions to which this
city is the door. The modern Sao
Paulo has been built within the last
quarter of a century, and although the
Impetus given by the rise of the coffee
Industry was the great moving power,
yet It has been greatly supplemented
by the expansion of manufacturing in
or near the city."
"Do you expect to see this factory
extension continue?"
"Certainly. Remember that this
the greatest manufacturing center of
all Brazil, nnd that we can ship our
godds into every state in the Brazilian
union and cater to a total population
Wills of Washingtons Made to Look Like New
1J ILL I AM BERWICK, an expert in the old manuscripts division of the
" library of congress, has Just completed the work of restoring to a close
semblance to their original condition the wills of George and Martha Wash-
ington, which are kept In the old Fair-
fax county, Virginia, courthouse at
Fairfax. It Is stated the work is so
excellent as to give these historical
documents almost the appearance of
freshly written manuscripts.
The will of George Washington
wns in very bad condition, it Is stated,
by reason of long yenrs of exposure
and Innumerable handlings since it
was placed on file In the archives of
Fairfax county. It is stated the work
of restoration has been so perfectly
done that the document now is in almost ns good condition as when it was
originally drafted, though the distinctive chlrography of General Washington
luis been perfectly preserved In the restored will.
The two wills now ore inclosed In a sealed case which Is kept In a fire-
proof vault In the office of the clerk of Fairfax county.
Special care was tak<>n In the construction of the gla«s-covered case
Inclosing the documents. The cose Is hermetically sealed to exclude the air.
It is of heavy metal, with an extra heavy glass top. The case was Installed
and sealed by an expert sent to Fairfax by the company making It to see that
every care was taken In preserving the two documents and safeguarding them
from Injury either at the hands of vandals or by the action of the air.
AVLKIDA, TlRADDNTE.3
NAMES OF SUBMARINES.
The meaning of tho letter "U" In designating German submarines Is
"untorsoeboot," undersea boat, nnd the figure Is simply the number of the
bout; "U-15" therefore means "Submarine No. 15." The same style is followed
by Austria-Hungary. In the Biitish navy letters and figures are used—A-2. A-4,
C-31, C-38, L>-2. D-8, etc. The same stjle Is followed by the United States, but
France, Russia an'i Italy use names for their rubmarines, the sume as for
other ships. The Japanese ohm oulv numbers—2, 8, 5, etc
ta, Conselhelro Antonio Prado, to
whom both state and city owe much.
The present prefeito, Dr. Washington
Lulz, Is a fine representative son of
Sao Paulo, energetic, farseelng,' capa-
ble; he has done more than any other
head of the city to purify It morally
and physically, nnd while laying stress
upon strict economy he has not hesi-
tated to go ahead with certain civic
improvements which will add much to
the grace of the city.
Rapid Growth of Business.
The greatest source of revenue of
Sao Paulo city is that obtained by the
taxes levied upon "Industries and pro-
fessions." The greatest yield In this
long list Is that from factories, and
the growth of income is significant of
the quick development of Sao Paulo
us a business center. In the year 1907
the taxes upon industries and profes-
sions yielded less than 2,000 contos of
rels, while in 1911 they brought In 2,-
009 contos, or nearly half of the total
city Income. In 1913 the amount yield-
ed had risen to over 3,000 contos of
rels; in 1915 to 3,447 contos, out of a
total revenue of about 8,001 contos.
It may be calculated that this tax al-
ways brings In over 40 per cent of the
city income.
Examining this list of contributing
Industries, professions and commerce,
one finds that banks and banking
agencies pny together som<> $37,000 n
year; shoe factories contribute $8 <>00,
and shoe stores rather less; ironworks
pay nearly $7,000; furniture factories
and sellers bring In another $8,000;
goldsmiths and Jewel workers about
the same amount: match factories pay
over $4,000; druggists ubout $9,000;
sawmills, $0,000; cotton factories,
nearly $12,000; Jute factories, $8,0(X);
and potteries another $8,000.
of over 22,000,000 people, even if we
do not take Into account the markets
of other South American countries."
Fine Place to Live In.
"It Is a healthy city, a place where
the white man can live and rear a big.
healthy family," said one business
man. "That Is one great point. Then
take Its extraordinary situation with
regard to the flow of commerce: Sae
Paulo is the natural outlet not only
for all the products of the rich Interior
of Sao Paulo state, the coffee, cattle*
cereals and forest produce, but It Lb
the door for the huge expanse of Mat-
to Grosso, Goyaz and a great part otf
Minns Geraes, even if we do not count
upon our rullway connection with
three most southed states.
"I see Sao Paulo as the center of a
great network of spreading lines alJ
of which bring agricultural and min-
eral products to this great point of dis-
tribution. Within a radius of 200
miles of Sao Paulo there are 8,000,000
people.
"We have a great deal to be prond
of In Suo Paulo. I urn not speaking
only for our achievements In making
the city convenient nnd beautiful, for
any visitor can nee for himself our fin®
colleges, hospitals, government bullA*
ings, splendid residences, evergreen
purks; he can ride on our 240 kilome-
ters of street railway, visit the Muni-
cipal theater and the museum at Ypl-
rnnga, go out to beautiful suburban
districts and visit over 300 factories,
and he will still miss the spirit that
has made Sao Paulo great If he does
not realize In what a short spac*? of
time all this has been accomplished,
and In what a daring attitude of trust
for the future. The Puullsta has
planned for his children boldly and
lavishly."
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