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and chickens," a dog and some “bonnie kitBy Miss IDA GIBB, DETROIT, Mich.

tens” would bring pleasure to any onlooker.

These things were all new to them, for I had made plans to spend my vacation with while the father had farmed in Scotland he a party of six in Northern Ontario, the High- had worked for large landholders, and his lands of Canada, but the day before we

family had lived in town. intended to start I was notified of the illness

Not all my entertainment came through the of my mother, and I immediately took the children, either, for I never tired listening to train for my old home.

Mr. Jamieson, and usually managed to be at The illness proved not so serious as I had the well for a pail of water when he was going feared; our family physician assured me that

out, so I might say: "Good morning, Mr. only care and time were required to bring Jamieson. Do you think we will have rain about his patient's complete recovery. Relief to-day?" just to hear him answer: “Weel, I

: from apprehension made me happy and quite dinna ken, but I hae me doots.” Or, for the in the mood to renew my acquaintance with sake of a change, I might say, “Everything is old friends, and to make the acquaintance of very dry, Mr. Jamieson,” and he would reply: those who had come into the neighborhood “Me corn is fair burnit up, but I'm nae comduring my residence in the city.

plainin.” And thus it came about that my vacation What would we do without the weather for was spent in quite an unusual manner-study- a topic of conversation? ing the types with which I came in contact. I had only been home a few hours when the There was opportunity enough; I did not find young daughter of my old friend, Mrs. Beyr it necessary to range far afield.

(or Nellie Little, as she will always be to me), The first to claim my attention was the came to the door with a pitcher of fresh butfamily of our tenant, who occupied, a half of termilk and a kind message. She had the dark the house into which our old home had been

eyes and hair of her father, but there was made when mother and father retired from something in her voice and manner that caractive farm life some years before. Mr.

ried me back to the happy days when her Jamieson, a shy, quiet man, is a Scotchman mother and I were schoolmates.

What a but recently come, as he told me, “frae the mysterious thing is kinship! auld land; a graun' country, but nae sae guid A little later a woman, who owed mother for puir fowk." His family consists of his some money, came bringing two eggs as part wife and five children, the latter ranging in payment. She also brought two children, and ages from nine years to one-four girls and a they all stayed for dinner! boy, who is the baby of the family, and the I wondered how much the debt had been adored one, for is he not a “wee mon?" reduced; but when they had gone and mother

Their wonder and delight in the farm ani- remarked, "I'm glad you gave them a good mals, the big fields, the orchard and growing dinner. Poor things, I'm afraid they haven't things, expressed in their cunning Scotch much at home." I decided that the transaction fashion, was a constant source of amusement; was on the right side of the ledger, after all. and their joy and pleasure in the "wee pigs Our next caller was a stranger to me, but a


near neighbor, and at the same time came Mrs. calls 'em. I'd have a carpet on my settin' Jamieson, who, unlike her husband, is socially room, if it was only a rag carpet. An' do ye inclined, and usually finds it convenient to know that with the furnace that they say'll make a call when she knows others are present. keep the whole house het, they have to have a She is a kind, motherly woman, and in a short fireplace? An' the other night I was passin' time had won her way into the hearts of the there an' I see they had company, an' they had people. But mingling as she does with her candles on the table. I'm sure lamps give a

. neighbors has caused her to lose much of her better light, but maybe candles is cheaper. I native Scotch, and she talks more like those just said to Jim Page: 'Talk about style an’ bred on Canadian soil.

bein' in the fashion, but my grandmother had I sat an amused listener to the conversation them things—fireplace an' mats an' candles ! between these two.

I suppose you don't know 'em? They've only "I hear Mrs. Jackson has gone to Toronto been here the last two or three summers?" again,” remarked Mrs. Page.

“Yes," I replied, “I know them very well; “She goes often,” replied Mrs. Jamieson. have known them all my life, for they were

"Well, so she might, with a hired girl an' all reared here and only went to the city after them things she has to make her work light. they were married. Mr. Jackson has been For my part I wouldn't be bothered with all wonderfully successful in business, and I am them new-fangled notions."

very glad, for they are fine people and will Turning to me she added: “You know the make good use of their money. They were Jacksons come from the city, an' they're that showing me their summer home when I was stuck up they got a bathroom an' a big hogs- here a year ago, and I was much interested, head up to the top o' the house an' an engine for they told me that when he gives up the to pump the water up into it, so it can run strenuous business life they intend to make down—did ye ever hear the like? An' a fur- this their permanent home.

I think a very nace, an'a thing she calls a vakum cleaner; an' great deal of Mr. and Mrs. Jackson.” with it all she has to keep a hired girl. An' Mrs. Page suddenly remembered her home the engine makes her washin' machine go! I'd and work, and said: “Well, I must be goin'. not keep a girl if I had all that. Yes, an' I got to churn to-day;" and Mrs. Jamieson in they got a kind a' stove that she says'll cook her perturbation harked back to her Scotch without fire, but I won't believe that till I see phraseology: "An' I maun gang, the bairnies it with my own eyes”—

will be sair needin' me." "I saw Mr. Jackson sprayin' his trees as I Then there was my mother's pastor, who went doon toon the day,” broke in Mrs. Jamie- came to minister to the sick but brought with son with an evident effort to turn the trend of him a heavy heart sorely in need of comfort conversation a trifle. “I was sayin' to Archie

himself. A few months before he had come he ought to spray oors.”

to that country parish from a large eastern “Sprayin' is all stuff annonsense," pro- city which he had been obliged to leave for the nounced the other. “Last year we didn't have sake of his own and his daughter's health. He more'n three or four barrels of apples off the had found the climate beneficial, but the lack whole orchard, an' I jest said to Jim Page I of equipment for his church work and lack of was glad we didn't go to the expense an' trou- sympathy and cooperation on the part of his ble o' sprayin'. An' them apples wasn't fit fer people had almost broken his heart. Finding anything but the cider mill, either."

in me an attentive and understanding audience Mrs. Page was blissfully unconscious of the he told of his discouragements, and I believe fact that she was probably giving the reason the telling somewhat lightened the burden. for their lack of good fruit. Then, deter- Every day a bit of sunshine came in with mined that I should not be cheated of the dear old Aunt Jane, who was "Aunt Jane" to information I ought to have concerning the the whole neighborhood. Rose-colored glasses Jacksons, she continued:

sprang to my eyes when I heard her cheery As I said, the Jacksons come from the city, voice say, "I thought I'd bring my knittin' an' an' they're that stuck up; but with all their set a minute.” style--would ye believe it—they haven't a car- She brought all the news of the neighborpet in the whole house; just mats—rugs, she hood in her cheerful, chatty way. Gossip? Perhaps so; but it was the golden variety, for Well, just before we reached St. Louis (to Aune Jane never saw anything but the best in go back a little) we overtook four men standpeople. If the outward action were faulty, ing beside a big car that had skidded off the she was always sure a good motive was back road into a ditch. The front axle was broken of it. She told the sweet little things one and one wheel was off. They had been there likes to hear, and left one with a feeling that all night, they told us, waiting for the help the world is a good place to live in after all. they had sent for. No one was hurt.

My vacation story would not be complete if But maybe they weren't angry because the I failed to mention the long, restful evenings, repair man with extra parts didn't show up! when my mother had retired and our farmer One fat man, in particular. He finally defriends were busy with their domestic cares clared that he was going to hunt up a farmand I sat alone under the stars and watched

house and go to bed. the moon rise and slowly and majestically

Again, we came to a place where the counmake its way a little distance across the sky, try was hilly; mountainous, in fact; and a car while I listened to the sounds of the night: the just ahead of us, in attempting to turn out to

, twittering of birds; the call of Bob White; a

make way for another car which it met, boy whistling to his dog; a woman's voice in

plunged over the bank. One man was badly the distance calling “Ko boss! Ko boss!" fol

but not dangerously hurt. lowed by the tinkling of a bell, showing that

Another accident was quite similar—only the woman had been heard and answered; the conversation of two men sitting on a fence of the adjoining farm, talking about the crops, the market, the weather, and, when every other topic had been discussed, the European war.

And so the time passed quietly and happily.



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This is the story of a long trip in an automobile—from the Mississippi to points on the Atlantic seaboard, and back again.

We started bright and early Saturday morning (at 5:30, to be exact), having "packed" our Heinie the night before. Across the front of the car was a banner—"Kansas City to Atlantic City.”

As we made our way eastward, people would decipher this pennant and then stare at

The author. us, wondering, perhaps, if we'd won it in a foolish contest.

Two cars went down a mountainWe carried a tent and a camping outfit

side, turning over and over. This accident along, and it surely was a delightful and an

occured at a point remote from a town and in exhilarating experience to sleep out-of-doors.

a district thinly populated; nevertheless a Our little fox-terrier pup had the time of his

crowd collected from somewhere. life. And so did we!

At another time, while we were making our We bowled along peacefully until way through a big city, a motor-truck got bereached a point just outside Zanesville, Ohio, yond control and crashed into a farmer's where we had punctures in three tires all at wagon loaded with sheep, calves, and produce, the same time. Misfortunes never

and truck and all broke through the railing singly, they say! We got out and did some and rolled down the hillside. The farmer and patching

his little boy and both horses were killed And may I digress right here to tell about instantly, and the driver of the truck had both the accidents we saw—and one we experi- legs and three ribs broken. enced?

Finally it came our turn. As we were going



up a grade in Brownsville, Pennsylvania, a out. We couldn't get it vulcanized, so we ran motor-truck came rumbling up behind us on the rest of the way to Kansas City, about 80 “high.” In turning to avoid a trolley coming miles, on the rim! from the opposite direction, the big, heartless thing crashed into our poor little Henry,

OVER AN INTERESTING TRAIL. knocking us into another car standing at the curb. All four of our fenders were smashed By Miss Edith M. MULLER, CHICAGO, ILL. up, as well as both running boards.

Quite uneventful and perhaps commonplace However, we happened to be right in front

was our trip from Chicago to Detroit, from of a hotel, and the guests bore witness to the

Detroit by boat to Buffalo, and then by rail fact that it was the other fellow's fault; so we

again to Niagara Falls. were appropriately reimbursed.

And quite commonplace without doubt But believe me that was some scare!

would be my description of what we saw at It took us just a week exactly to reach Phil- Niagara. We will pass all that. adelphia—Saturday to Saturday. Our elec

We found Montreal very interesting, with tric lights had gone out in the middle of a

its un-American houses and French names. storm in the mountains, but we lighted our We visited Notre Dame Cathedral, an exact side lamps and reached our hotel safely.

We stayed in Philadelphia for a while, and then went on to Atlantic City.

When we arrived there it was simply pouring, so we put up the car and went into one of the pavilions to watch the ocean.

We started back by way of Baltimore, Washington, and Harpers Ferry; we had gone by the northern route through Gettysburg. And, by the way, as we were passing over the famous battle ground at Gettysburg, a big bee stung me on the arm. I don't know whether he happened to be the spirit of a departed warrior or not, but I do know that the sting gave me a pretty sore arm for a couple of days.

We spent two days at Washington, D. C., and while there we met Congressman Ruby, of Lebanon, Mo., who said our pennant made him homesick.

At Harpers Ferry we saw the old John Brown's Fort and were in the most terrific

On a rock at Niagara. storm I have ever witnessed. The rain came down in torrents and the thunder and light- reproduction of the one in Paris, France. We ning were fearful. There is a most peculiar each burned a candle for good luck. thing down there. The two rivers, the Shen- All through Canada we saw many soldiers; andoah and the Potomac, flow side by side, and the two things most noticeable were their the waters of each touching the other. One youth and their sober faces. We were told is muddy and one is clear, but neither mingles that Canada's finest young fellows have joined with the other.

the colors. Service on the Canadian steamWe had had so little trouble on our way ships is not up to the mark, owing to the East that we turned homeward with no mis- scarcity of help. givings whatever. But we were soon disillu- By nine o'clock the next night we were sioned. From the time we struck the Alle- speeding away from Montreal, awakening in ghanies we had nothing but trouble.

Boston, “U. S. A.” Of course the first thing To detail what it was all about would be which impressed us was the narrow, winding tiresome. Let one incident only serve as an streets; the next thing was the proof of the example and at the same time end the trip. city's highbrowishness, for pay-as-you-enter At Marshall, Missouri, one of our tires blew cars are labeled in Boston “prepayment.” Before we had recovered from that shock, we available hack and climbed into it. After we passed a restaurant with the label "licensed had gone about three blocks we thought pedesvictualer;" and a passing “cleaners” wagon trians were laughing at us; and at the end of was labeled "cleansers.” As my bone-rimmed the fourth block we knew they were. We deglasses had blown into the St. Lawrence and I cided to leave our antiquated conveyance a had forgotten my dictionary, I probably block short of our hotel; and just then a street


; missed a lot of things Bostonian!

car crossed our path. There were many points of interest here. We had been hoodwinked! We took the historical trip which included We spent three days in New York touring Boston Common, Bunker Hill monument, the shopping districts, riding on the Fifth Faneuil Hall, and the Charleston navy-yard. Avenue busses, the “L” and the subway. We where we went aboard the famous “Old Iron- went on a sightseeing trip to Coney Island and sides."

ate frankfurts on a long roll, just like the Here also we saw battleships in dry dock, natives. We climbed three hundred steps to and regular submarines.

the top of the Statue of Liberty in New York Returning, we were driven through the harbor. Standing above the Goddess' right

eyebrow, I was, indeed, dizzy in the head!

From New York we started on our return trip by way of Norfolk, Va. We had a delightful journey, passing many foreign ships as we neared Old Point Comfort. Before we even landed we heard a lady call to a passenger aboard our boat: “Wheah you-all goin'?" And we knew we were in the South.

An hour after landing we were on our way to Ocean View, styled in the ads “The Atlantic City of the South.” Be that as it may, we thoroughly enjoyed our first dip in the ocean. We missed our boat and had to stay over until six the next afternoon.

We sailed up Chesapeake Bay that night, Just giggling!

the water as smooth as glass—and a wonder

ful moon. About 11:30 we reached the narrow streets of the original Boston, now the Potomac River and landed in Washington, Ghetto. In this section the average per square D. C., the following morning. foot is six children. To the amusement of our We spent two days here. We drove through party, one youngster about eight years old residential Washington and then to all the took advantage of our having to stop a few buildings of the capitol, visiting the Treasury minutes and imitated the lecturer. With his Building, the White House, the House of Rephand up to the side of his mouth he broke resentatives and the Senate. forth with: “Down the street—to your right The Senate was in session and the "Senator -you see the home of — Paul Re-vere!"

from Georgia” was on the floor. That afternoon we took the residential trip, While driving along the Potomac I said to including Harvard University at Cambridge the chauffeur: “I suppose you are busy all the and the millionaire suburb, Brookline. At six o'clock that evening we left on the Fall River He said: "Oh, yes! People coming and Line, en route to New York.

going all the time. Some with lots of money, On Saturday morning we walked from the and some pikers. A lot o' these fellows workboat through a long shed and beheld New ing for a railroad come up here on a pass to York. Immediately we were surrounded by see the town. They come up with a clean colporters, black and white, bickering to carry our lar and a five-dollar bill, and they go home baggage; and among them was a hackman who without changing either!” insisted that we hire his cab. He told us that The next day we started for home and, as a car strike had been called.

the doctors say, made a “rapid and uneventful We considered ourselves lucky to have an recovery."


year round?"

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