The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-07-02
AsENTIMENTAI LETTER.

thnu hpFtnkSe Untos
For the lhtellIgsnCer.
Not long since, after an absence Of sew
eral years, we found ourselves In u bus.
manufacturing city in Pennsylvania, ono,
our home. We had retained tende
feeling for the spot, Times had soitenet
It's outlines, smoothed over It's defects, ant
II lived in our Thoughts with all the mel
low beauty which time and distance lend
but which, alAsl in this case proved inag
mary.
We walked up one street and down an
other. Weknew no one, and no one re-
cognIzed US, aud truly we realized this !.
no longer "home." Going from one store
to another we recalled with something
akin 10 pride-though naturally nOsI
humble -our last shopping expedition In
Wheeling, when we succeeded in finding
j.Lt what we wanted, aud contrasted the
prompt, polite attention received, with the
rather indifferent, and altogether slow
movements OF the gentlemen who now
served us.
As we wandered about in the early even.
ing the last clinging remnant OF childish
love for the old time slipped from US, and
we acknowledged ourselves thoroughly
IVirginian. .,...5.
Crossing the line we passed through the
clear, bright little city Of Warren, Ohio,
and found resting place In one Of those
large, airy farm houses just beyond. II
was refreshing after the dust and heat OF
travel to look over the rain washed fields
and forests, A large pine tree grows near
our window and the winds humned
through Its branches, Further down the
road stood a great locust, while with fra.
grant blossoms, aud far up whose bOughs
torked--odd freak-grew Currant bush.
Six miles from Warren are the Rowland
Springs. Here, we were told with a
somewhat important air, persons have
come from Boston, Pittsburgh, Cincin-
natl and other cities to spend the summer
and regain health. Whether these visits
were satisfactory TO all concerned | can.
not say, but certain chemists and physi.
clans, after analysing, unite 10 saying the
water from these springs has good medici.
nal properties.
On one side Of the thoroughfare stands
a large frame building, a verandah run.
ming the entire length OF each Of It's two
stories. This structure contains a dining
room and kitchen, with such conyeniences
as a billiard hall on the first floor and ex.
tensive ball room and parlor on the second.
Across the street, surrounded by forest
trees, is a neat white cottage. Here we
find parlor and rooms for summer hoard.
ers: This is favorite place for picnics,
and the grounds have been very convent.
emily arranged with tables under the trees
and rustic benches. On slight elevation
where number OF trees have grown in a
circle, a platform connecting them has
been built, several feet from the ground,
surrounded by rustic railing and digni.
fed by the name Of "Crows' Nest"
But strangers and sentimental young
folks recross the street and saunter down
the ravine. Here We may rest on rustic
bridges and look several feet below to the
bright little stream which rapidly pushes
its way among the rocks. The air is 70.
treshing and full Of the odor OF moist
earth, ferns and moss. We move down
the path winding along the hillside and
reach the first spring. The water trickles
from great oyer-hauging rock and down
over another rock, in the center OF which
is a smooth ROUND basin lined with an
orange Oolorsd sediment, and whatever
the little stream runs over soon takes tho
same vivid shade. As It runs down into
the basin with soft musical Jingle, the
water looks so clear and cool 1t Is very
tempting to thirsty mortals. But little
satisfies one, at least one who is unaCcus.
toned to the peculiar flavor. It may be
extremoly beautiful, but 1t Is certainly far
from pleasant to the taste.
A short distance beyond Is another sim.
liar spring. And down here Is the end OF
the path, this smooth, circular plat in the
centre Of which once played a fountain.
We seat ourselves on one OF the benches
and look at this pool OF rather innrky
water, and dream Of the "what has BEEN
in this spot. The forest hens us In. Yes,
its "woodsy," and though not particularly
wild q triae lonesome" A thought
comes to US, perhaps this Is the place $40.
ken Of by a certain t'poet." 1t may be thew
wandered here that quiet summer evening
when
"a June bug buzzInE near,
or else Sonethlng, said, You DEAR
Very low.
!Why.do your chInled Ia frog
Counting honeon IL thu bog,
Love me SOL
"Aud think size thought 'twasI;
For two hands Grept Into my
Clumsy paws,
And the little mischief said,
ROgueiShly, You naughty Fred,
Just because ~
DOROTHY.