OUR ISLANDS AND THEIR PEOPLE.
a The Sultan was seated in a chair with a high back, in one corner of the room, which had no communication with the outside air. Other seats were arranged before him in a circle, and directly in front of him was a high tabourette with a marble top. The Sultana s vestments were gorgeousa a frock coat of yellow watered silk, a black vest with a gold chain festooned across, a white undershirt of muslin, flowing skirts and trousers of white gauze, and patent leather pumps. A high fez of some colored material served as an understudy for a snow-white turban, which was wound about it. Later on, feeling oppressed by the heat of this dress, he took it off and disclosed a small, white fez beneath, which he wore during the rest of the conference.
a The room was evidently the royal dining room. A large table was in the middle and this was set with a varied collection of ancient castors and vases, such as would be especially admired and treasured in some backwoods district at home. Two sides of the room were open, but translucent straw screens kept out the glare. Behind us, standing in the doorway and crowding into every corner and recess of the room, were the Moro retainers, armed to the teeth. Taking into consideration the American feminine element, it was one of the strangest assemblies that had ever been gathered together in the Philippines, or perhaps anywhere.
a A bed which stood in one corner of the room had quite a sumptuous appearance, and I was afterward told that it was underneath this article of furniture that the Sultan kept his treasure-hoards, being a miserly person. The Sultan is a young man, with a dark pock-marked face and a very slender mustache. His heavy features did not express much character,
and when he spoke his voice plaintive. It was not difficult mamma ruled the roost, duced a typewritten copy of the articles and the Moro
was soft and rather to accept the fact that Captain Smiley pro-
NATIVE "INDIANa GIRIy.
The Spaniards call all natives Indians, but this girl has no affinity with the Indian race. She is, on the contrary, a full-blooded Malay Tagalog, and well educated and refined in her manners.
A SPANISH MESTIZA.
The father of this young lady is a Spaniard and her mother a Tagalog, or native woman, all descendants of these two races being called Mestizos. Some of the women of this class are said to be very beautiful, though an American would probably object to the irregularity of their features.
secretary one written in Arabic, and the conference commenced. Wine was poured from bottles into little blue glasses the size of a thimble, and these were passed around. Those who had the temerity to taste of it after the two doses of chocolate, reported that the flavor was that of water seasoned with rusty nails.
a The result of the conference is now a matter of official record. Over the discussion of one of the articles the Sultan lingered all the time that we were there; it provided that he should always fly the American flag. Several years ago the Sultan took a journey to Mecca. This was the event of his life. On his voyage, contrary to his agreement with the Spaniards, he flew his own flag. Nothing had happened to him. He felt that it would be incompatible with his royal dignity, after making the journey once in this independent fashion, to appear again with the American flag hoisted above him.
a a Only once in many years,a said the interpreter, a he makes a journey like this, and while he is willing to fly the American flag at all other times, he would like to fly his own flag then. If he did it once in safety, why not do it again?a
a This was the burden of all their talk for several hours, while we sat silently learning something of a people whose every idea was strange to us, and yet for whom we were to be forever responsible before God and the world. I wondered how this little two-penny Sultan, with an exaggerated idea of his own importance, would feel and act if he had an idea of the vastness and power of the great country whose emissary was so patiently dealing with him in his squalid capital of Maybun. There had been nothing in his narrow existence by which