Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-11-16

the American eagle some pretty tough
grips on his pin feathers!
| And, as one woman in our coach said
''talk about your yellow not being sc
fashionable!' Why the world was one
blaze of golden glory! 1t looked like the
sun had burst. in his enthusiasm. and
| spilled himself. in New York! Yellow
sunshine. yellow show windows, yellow
chry santnemums, yellow bonnets, and
| yellow dogs lead by yellow ribbons!
| Speaking of chrysanthemums, reminds
me that October is chrysanthemum sea-
son here. Such quantities of them, and
such gorgeous ones! All the florists
have chrysanthCmum shows, and the
exhibits are perfect marvels OF horticul-
tural possibilities, The flowers are fire.
quentiy as large as the largest cabbage
red, white, yellow, pink, purple, and
these shades are dashed with all con-
ceivable tints!
But, Wen never get to the park, at
this rate. That is the chief charm of
New York, it doesn't matter whether
you go where you started or not; it is
just as interesting and beautiful any
where else. In fact, / believe l have
seen more, and had a nicer time, when
"got lost, - than any other time. We
L
museum of art, which contains some of
the most famous pictures, statuary and
antiquities III the new world; but found
the building closed during the addition
of q new wig, and consequent rear
rangement. And l was glad of it!
From the time we had touched the park
walls, at the Fifth avenue entrance, |
had been Weakening awfully on spending
that golden half day shut up in man
made house. looking at man-made trees
and man aud women! Tn ones God had
made and turned loose there in the park,
were wondrouSly more Interesting and
beautiful, Most of the leaves had fallen,
but those which remained on the boughs
were perfect rainbow of color. 1t
looked as if mischievous Jack Frost had
played hockey, and run off to the park,
carrying along his big SISTERS palette,
and wasting its entire contents of
carmine, purple-lake, yellow OGRE. In
dian red, and umbers, dashing them
hap hazard, on the woods as he ran.
All under the trees. in the bellows, and
BY paths, the leaves lay piled up, just as
if Gods hand had scattered them there,
in the untrodden forests, for lambs
wool blankets to keep the butter-cups
warm. The commons, children's play
grounds, and borders were still deep
clear, b.ue-green but the vines draplng
the bridges. rocks, and summer houses
were crimson and gold. Squirrels
frisked shyly from leafless bough to
boGgh, seeming ashamed without their
green rooms: aud the saucy. hardy,
braZen little English sparrows ran riot
everywhere. Some children sailed white
winged boats on the breeze cd lakes,
and the swells oggled the nurse maids
on the mall, while the 400 rolled along
the magnificent, curvIug, white drives
in languid spendor. President (oh.
excuse me, MIR. Harrison, eX-presidentD
Cleveland e carriage was among them,
and Mrs. Cleveland in solitary grandeur
on the back seat. l sat down on the
mali, and watched those faces, In the
fine carriages. and, let me tell
you secret. did not see
one which looked really happy and |
pleased! They did not bow to each other |
nor seem even to see the beautiful work |
Of God and nature there, for their graf |
hcation! 1t went to my heart, and l |
pitied them still more to think that such |
rs j could pity them ct all! This stay in |
New York has taught me one Lesson |
sad? well | don't know-but it is this: |
there is 10 happiness outside of endeavor, !
aspiration, work; wealth and idleness |
are an ignis fatuus, Turing men and |
women to despair! Apples of Sodom,
which crumble to Dead sea ashes, on |
eager lips! A clean, sweet life of work
8 better, with an ideal luminous ahead, |
and little deeds of kindness by the way.
BELLE HUNT.