The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-06-30
The Generals Daily Life.

Saratoga Letter in louisville Commercial
We may sketch the daily life of General Grant
something after this manner 1t is an unusually
warm day the plains below but at this
height, which is in reality above the dew point,
the temperature is very comfortable except for
two hours about noon. Until this hour the
veranda along the eastern front of the cottage is
heavy with the cool air of the night. If the
morning air is stirring it does not seem to pene-
trate the cold. The same trees that keep the
warmer air away also serve as q shield against
the rays of the sun; and the fire still burns
brightly on the hearth within. But when the
MONDAY arrives the change is as rapid as it is
complete The loungers on the verandas of the
large hotel have been lodging the sun ali the
morning. To the jewellers in the cottage the sun
has been shy sutton, but welcome one. All
at once he shows the fullness of his power
for little time The cool air of the night is
blown away shawls and overcoats are thrown
aside, the fire within is allowed to go out. and
General Grant for the first time ventures forth
All the morning his stenographer has been
running back and forth between the cottage and
the hotel with pen and ink and answers to
kilograms of all kinds. The General is not
writing on his book to-day. That work is really
a thing of the past. His time is now devoted to
keeping up with the sympathetic world outside.
Immediately after dinner, or from till in the
afternoon, is the time of the Generals greatest
enjoyment out of doors. His favorite seat is
willow armchair. placed at the northwest corner
of the cottage and facing the hotel Neither
the invalid nor any of his family seems to care
for the curious, not to say intrusive, glances
that are cast toward the cottage. No one
of the party is apparently aware. that dozen
lorgnettes and opera glasses are leveled at them.
The leading figure of the group, with his high
silk hat and his opaque glasses does not look
like the General Grant of old, as he sits there
scanning the newspapers. Mrs. Grant comes
from the reception room. She is dressed in
muslin or some equally cool fabric; a seaside
hat crowns her head. The faithful colored SER
want, Harrison, keeps his master supplied with
the liquid mixture which the invalid sips every
TIVE three minutes From the dining room
door, at the extreme length of the yeranda,
comes Mrs. Sartoris. Mrs Fred Grant joins the
group from the door close by the Generals side.
The social circle, as thus made up, continues
for an hour. 1t is the golden opportunity of
the visitors. The ohliging conductor
of the Mountain railroad strclls by the hotel
and invites small party of ladies to accept his
escort over toward the cottage. Other groups
stray in that vicinity, or stop several rods away
in order to observe from safe distance. Once In
awhile some old comradein arms of the
Generals comes up, grasps the hand of the
leader and retires. Gray bearded countrymen,
and SWANS without boards, but with their
sweethearts, drive up to convenient trees, hitch
their horses, dismount and Join the other curl
Gus throngs. The afternoon has now gone far
beyond its middle mark. The curling smoke