Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-02-26

tiers were not 10 blame that the slaves
were theirs. Generations had passed
away since the wrong began. Neither are
you to blame that your property is in Ire
land. Many generations have passed
away since that land was taken by force
it may be, from the natural owners. But
the wrong exists. Some one must suffer.
The South had fostered the slave trade I'M
I'll it became unbearable Then agitation
commenced, and when people begin to
talk, to think, to agitate, then defeat to
the wrong doer is not far distant"
"Then you believe landlords in Ireland
are in about the same condition that the
shareholders were before the war;" l
asked.
Yes said Lollard, "and 1 think it
Will end in about the same way unless En-
gland recognizes the rights of the Irish
people. Ireland to-day has the sympathy
of nearly the whole civilized world, and
public opinion is a mighty lever towards
removing an evil. My advice to you, my
friend, is to sell your property while you
can make reasonable terms with your ten
ants. For if England refuses to listen to
Ireland in the coming campaign, she will
hear again the terrific shock of last Janu-
airy. And it may mean destruction the
next timer'
There, Waverland, you see some one
else thinks as l do, that you had better
sell your property and invest in American
lands"
mo, will never add my influence to
help make this beautiful land subject to
the degrading influence that Ireland is
| laboring under: and which is the final re-
suit of absent landlords and great land
monopolies."
''NOw, let's close this lecture with some
! music" said Lollard changing the sub
ject.
A call was made for music, and Lady
Irving favored us with some instrumental
solos, then Stella joined her in some duets,
and at last we all joined in with our voices
singing some old war songs that were ly
ing on the grand piano in the hotel parlor.
Thus the first day of our sCjOurn togeth-
er closed as it began, in an ecstacy Of JOY,
too perfect for words to describe.
CHAPTER XyII.-FU-9THER RAMBLTNGS.
We had nominally agreed that Mr.. Lol-
lard should be business manager for the
Troupe" as we called ourselves.
"Where are we to go to-day?" Melvorne
asked the next morning at breakfast.
That was our place and time of business
each day.
"Glen Eyrie," said Mr.. Lollard, ''is first
on my list. 1t is drive of three miles by
the Mesa road" he said, referring to his
guide book which he kept in his pocket
ready to =, f. to at any time.
We found the Mesa road as level as a
table and rivaling in smoothness the most
perfect boulevard. The view from this
road is grand and comprehensive. Glen
Eyre is situated at the entrance of Queens
Canyon, and is wild and romantic re-
treat in which is built the summer resi-
dence of wealthy gentleman, whose Per
| manent home is in the East. Within the
glen which is made sylvan by the thickly
growing native shrubbery covered by the
wild clematiS, is a great confusion of
enormous pillars of eXquisitely tinted pink
sandstone.
80, how beautifully exclaimed Lady
Irving, as we passed into this magnificent
garden Of nature. "It reminds me of the
scene described in Shakspeare's Mid
Summer Nights Dream"
'ThiS is romantic enough for love in
| cottage" said Melvorne, as we came to a
| gem of house built in the Queen Anne
style, with balconies, gables and trellised
| porches, and an avalanche of roofs.
EYES," said, II think it would be de-
ightful to choose a mate and live in this
secluded birds nest"
"And hear the soft murmur of the little
stream that comes babbling down the val
ley" said Stella
''These little rustic bridges have a charm
for me-" said Lady Irving. "Ruskins
idea of harmonious thought of art with
nature, seems to have been developed in
this little paradise, where the cool, clear
water gurgling at our feet makes must
cal accompaniment to the attractive
scene"
"But to me the picturesque grandeur
of the rugged cliffs is most fascinating"
said Mrs. Lollard.
| "Well, this is the summer home of Cen
eral Palmer, the orr ginator of the Denver
& Rio Grande railway" said Lollard in
| his practical, business way. 'The cascade
| that forms this little stream comes tumb-
| ling down the mountain side into the Dew
| iPs punch bowl, at the head of Queens
| Canyon" he continued, reading his guide
| book.
"How nice to have living guide book"
| laughed Melvorne, as we walked up the
gentle rise of ground until we could look
into the round well called the DEVILS
| Punch Bowl. Here we could go no farther
without severe climbing, and as it was
| getting near lunch time, we preferred to
use our time for refreshments rather than
| spend it climbing the mountain.
| While we were at lunch Melvorne asked
! where we were to go next
TO the Garden of the Gods" answered
Lollard.
Our Journey led through q smooth plain
| with perpendicular walls of red and yellow
sandstone, which marked the entrance to
the garden.
"What a pleasant ride ve have had over
these, smooth, hard roads; it reminds me
of home," said Mrs. Lollard.
! at seems like the picturesque parts of
England and Wales" said Melvorne.
| This, then, Is the famous Caruen or the
Gods" said Stella, as we came into the
gateway Of the garden. 81 think the name
must have been given it from its resemb-
lance to the heather temples. This we
may imagine the broken archway to the
Egyptian temple Karnak," referring to
the perpendicular walls, three hundred
/ feet high, of red and yellow sandstone.
Then these are the speaking statues Of
Memnon, whose lips gave forth musical
sounds when touched by the rays of the
rising sum-" said Lady Irving, following
out Stella's thought of the heather temple,
as she passed to some forms that seemed
weird enough to represent heather gods
And what are these grotesque forms?"
asked Melvorne as we came to q group of
wind cut monuments.
80, they are the priests, and these
strange forms are bearing incense before
| the God A mis- who stands thara in oil tho