The Lincoln County leader. [volume] (White Oaks, Lincoln County, N.M.) 1882-189?, 1884-07-12
EDITORIAL CORRESPONDENCE
Davenport, Iowa. July Q, 1.

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/ that line to be desired, unless, per
chance, the cars conveying Us
eastward should run off the track,
or sink through bridge. For
months before leaving home we
were sick and weak. Upon reach
ing Vegas we felt as though we
could jump over an eight rail fence
with Fatty Miller as rider thereof.
We got to Las Vegas about 4
O'Clock on Friday, and owing to the
wash-outs on the r. r. we had to
remain there until 2.4O Sunday
afternoon. 1t was the first time
that tcater ever nnpeded our navi-
cation.
At Ration we met Pat Garrett,
who was there waiting advices
from Gov. Ireland, of Texas. He
informed us that he was in the en-
ploy OF the Lone Star State author
tiles to hustle ont cattle rustlers,
and to that end had organized a
large body Of men--in word, hcis
to Texas what Col. Fountain is to
New Mexico.
Next day our old Missouri friend
Gov. Jno S. Phelps, materialized
and until the wee small hours Of
! Tuesday occupied seat with us in
the smoking compartment OF the
sleeper. The Gov. has had an
eventful life. He is a Democrat
OF the old school. Nine consecu-
tive terms, or IS years, was he
elected to Congress. When the
war broke ont, while Il majority of
his ncighbors and friends struck
palms with the enemy, the old war
horse refused to desert the flag Of
his country, but led regiment in
its defence. Lincoln appointed
him Military Governor of Arkan-
sas Since the war he served Il
term us Governor OF the Pukc
State, and we would like to see his
record rounded off in the [. S.
Senate. He is in his 10th year,
and were it not for rheumatic at
tentions he would be quite vigorous.
Our Seance was quite enjoyable.
He is one Of the few Democrats
who know and appreciate the divid-
ing line between politics and socia-
bility, and holds to Burns philoso-
ply that =" \ mans a man for a
THAT"
Despite delays, we reached this,
our objective point on the 2Sth ult,
the day desired. There is an old
lady here i'll whom we tecl an cs-
pocial interest She is widow
with but one child. All mothers
reyel in the conviction that their
children are amongst the noblest
and blest on earth, but many are
deluded. The aged lady we refer
to will die, as she has lived under
the conviction indicated--and she
is not decoiYing herself in SO be
leving. Her SON is paragon,
and we know it. The writer is her
son-and he is a darling.
Yes, we make pilgrimagcs here
as nearly every year as circum-
stances will permit, to visit our
mother The old song truly saws:
NO love, like mothers love,
ever was known" ."
The tendrils of mothers heart
reach further and cling more tona-
ciously than those OF any other.
Men are frequently heard speaking
with contumely Of other relations,
but very rarely Of their mothers.
She is always queen of the atfec-
tions, autocrat and dictator of the
heart, and cheerful loyalty thereto
is universal. SO now we are here,
giving voice to the old song "IIome
again Bros McMurchy, Weed
and Harrison will please join in
the chorus while we sing solow.
Monday we start Tor Chicago,
where We design attending the Ole