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Show A HEART-BREAKING PLACE. The African fever is spreading not only in Europe, but sporadic cases have been developed in this country by glowing descriptions of the new country awaiting development and flattering accounts of the new El Dorado, Mashonaland and its rich placers. The pathetic sequels to many a dream of affluence are the numbered graves of Johannesburg. "One of the saddest sights in the world," writes a South African correspondent, "is the cemetery ceme-tery at Johannesburg. It is a heart-breakiiyr heart-breakiiyr place. A piece of raw velt on Ie of a hill above the town has 15sMiaiidJthisis.ijtlJs ied up here convinced that a rths would make them rich for '"Vst of the graves are nameless, re numbered. Just beyond the f, is a glittering mountain, vr uofi xhe sun shines on it it sparkles with a thousand prismatic colors and looks like the entrance to the palace of diamonds where the fairy Florizlla lives, but in reality it is merely the place to which all the rubbish of Johannesburg is carted, and as apparently appar-ently half of the food of the town comes out of tins, the result is a meretricious splendor quite in keeping with the other attractions of " 'Gold-opolis.'" |