The Forrest City times., 1890-12-13

he says The powers of d busy brain arc miraculous and illimitabler Once this was a sterile waste. But mind, probably the mind of one man, if we could trace it home, was what conceived the possibilities of this mighty city" I said, after spending hours looking at the wonderful things brought into use in the few years since this was known as the great desert of the West.
 Why, Waverland. you are quite clo- quent in your praises of this new world. But 1t is wonderful as you say, It is like the fairy palaces in the Arabian Nights.h
 Do you know how many inhabitants this city hasi"
 About seventy-fve thousand'
 "How clear and pure the air seems It is luxury to breathe it. l said.
 The climate is ono of the things that Denverites are very proud of Do you see that man with the hose watering his plants" asked Melvorne, calling my at tention to beautiful yard where foun- tain was sending tip It's silvery spray, that slistened in the rays of the setting sun.
 "Yes, I see him. What is the use of his watering things' Everything looks as bright and fresh as those lilies at the base of the fountain"
 That's the secret of all this benut-. tf 1t were aot for the use of the ditches, pipes and hose, the sitting sand would choke everything in Denver"
 "Why. are there never any showers to supply nature with the needed nioisturef"
 seldom any rain falls, though clouds often appear. The display of lightning is magnificent and sometimes very destruct- i've"
 How clear and bright the sunshine is. What would they think in England or Ire land of this rlimate'"
 Tt would be hard to tell But the clear blue heavens and the bright sunshine are among Denver's greatest charms V
 "where do they get their building ma terial from, there is such variety'" | asked.
 There are brick kilns in the suburbs of the city. Stone and other material is found near by. There is great variety, and men of taste choose the material best suited to the style they intend to build"
 II have noticed that there seemed to bs an individuality in the style and shape of the buildings. Not two are alike"
 Every one seems to vic with his neigh bor in making his home the most attract i've. Taste and wealth have worked with magic power in changing these wild eac- tus growing plains into these charming homes, with grassy lawns and beautiful flower gardens.
 There is a fine building, what is it," inquired,
 That's their opera house; one Of the fin est on this continent
 ''School houses and churches are numer- ous The people believe in education and the cardinal virtues of morality. Here they seem to strive for the poetry of life the higher thought"
 We find hero the intellectual culture that makes life so attractive in well estab- lished society. Ii s made up of New York. Boston and the East. transplanted and developed into s moro healthy state. Here even the Bostonians forget to say, I am from Boston,
 We spent most delightful afternoon, but when evening came we were SO far away from our hotel that we were glad to take street car for the return trip. These handy little horse power coaches travel the streets of Denver with as much pomp as in any of the older cities of the Eastern States. IL was hard to believe that this proud city was little more than half score of years old, Here was to be seen the wonderful electric light and the tele- phone wires formed complete network over our heads The city was we'll furn. ished with gas, Every luxury or need of mans nature had been provided for.
 When we reached the hotel we passed into the dining rooms. At q table to the left of our own was group of happy peo pie, if we could judge hy their merry vol. ces and mirthfnl laughter.
 Whats the smatter, Melvornesn asked, for his face was as white IS ghost.
 Great heavens, Can 1t be shei' he cx- claimed, without hearing my remark.
 While was watching his face 1 caught the sound of familiar voice and ex. claimed. ''Stellal"
 Though my back was toward the table was sure it was my long lost friend. Hope spranS to life and dctied sclf-control l was near the dearest object of my life. soon should know fl my future was to be bright or dark. Supper was of little mo mcnt now. the inner sensitive life was su. prcme. Mclyorne left the table and I fol, lowed We sought the hotel register. There we found the names of Mir. and Mrs. T. B, l1ollard. Lady Irving and Miss Stella Everett, all of London, England With. ont "A worl W each na assed to our rnorDs