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An hour passed and we still waited; the morning wore away; afternoon merged into evening, and we were ordered to encamp. Something, we knew not what, had gone wrong. "I don't know if there was a chance to-day," observed Plaza, "but won't there be one to-morrow?" "Why?" "Because the Royalists will block the road along which we must retreat.

Far better that we save friendly bullets for ourselves at the last moment, as did those brave frontier women of my lost land, who took their own lives rather than fall into the hands of the Indian braves. As I wandered about the plaza lost in my gloomy forebodings Tars Tarkas approached me on his way from the audience chamber.

It was only necessary to fire a shot after them to see them throw up their hands. By nine o'clock I had cleaned up my side of the town, and returned to the plaza. It was now so choked with men and mules that I was five minutes in forcing my way across.

"Did you think of doing all that?" she asked, astonished. "Oh, that wasn't anything. And I ventured to telephone the Plaza to serve luncheon and dinner here for you " "You did?" "And I wired to Dooley's Agency to send you a maid for to-day " "That was perfectly splendid of you!"

He published our first newspaper, the 'California Star, in his house." "Was it where that little green Chinese building with the bracketed columns and turned-up eaves is?" I interposed. "The telephone exchange, you mean? Exact spot. They used to ring a hand bell in the Plaza on Sunday mornings to call the Mormons to hear Brannan preach in the Casa Grande." "Richardson's house!"

I had become acquainted with a Chinese youth of about my own age, as I imagined, although from mere outward appearance it was generally impossible to judge of a Chinaman's age between the limits of seventeen and forty years, and he had, in a burst of confidence, taken me to see some characteristic sights in a Chinese warehouse within a stone's throw of the Plaza.

In the center of another plaza facing a street called Rampart row, which is lined by lofty buildings containing the best retail shops in town, is a figure of Edward VII. in bronze, on horseback, presented by a local merchant. Near the cathedral is a statute to Lord Cornwallis, who was governor general of India in 1786, and, as the inscription informs us, died at Ghazipur, Oct. 5, 1805.

The royal buildings are very beautiful and sightly, and contain many rooms. They have many windows opening toward the sea and the Plaza de armas. They are all built of stone and have two courts, with upper and lower galleries raised on stout pillars. The governor and president lives inside with his family.

The arms were variously arranged according to the rig or kind of vessel. Every man, every urchin, every Chinaman, even, knew the meaning of these various signals. A year later, I was attending a theatrical performance in the Jenny Lind Theatre on the Plaza.

At all events, the urn supposed to contain them was in this building for a hundred years, below a marble slab showing a carving of the voyager holding a globe, with a finger pointing to the Caribbean. In this neighborhood, to the east of the Plaza de Armas, on which the Palace fronts, is a structure known as El Templete.