Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1892-08-23

temperature had vanished, the heat was
intense.
Arriving at my destination was well
coined by one of the family, who was en- |
shaded grounds. Soon others came out to
welcome me, and the call to lunch was soon
after announced.
How delicious was the cool, fresh salad,
and with rolls and the sweet butter and
the cup of cocoa, and with the fruit for
dessert, made all that could be desired for
such hot days repast.
The appetite had returned which at home
had been go irregular.
After lunch, as we sat chatting, deli
cious drowsiness overcame me, and was
obliged to say, 81 cannot keep my eyes
open another moment" All left me, and
ensconced in the easiest of chairs a de-
ightful nap ensued, awaking so refreshed
that stroll about the grounds of the
place was enjoyed. Then returning to the
piazza we talked in a lazy summer fash
ion.
After tea we took stroll across the
green, and here and there we would sug-
gest to the West Haven fathers that for
future generations comfort, at least, that
a row of trees be planted, as the long path
must be most uncomfortable in these hot
days.
We called at the postofice for mail, and
to the grocery store and market close by
eumed our walk. We took in some of the
old familiar streets, which, with the new
residences, showed the villages great
growth. We spent 30 many delightful
weeks, summer after summer in years
agone, at the shore that at that time, as
we drove through the dreary old town, we
almost knew the stones by sight.
Now it has awakened from the Sleepy
Hollow dreams and the extension west of
our beautiful City of Elms seems quite
prominent.
At an early hour we sought our couch,
only to be awakened once by the heaviest
peal of thunder, for the shower had broken
at last which had threatened all the even
ing. We only listened to the pouring rain
short time, as a familiar waterfall lulls
US to sleep night after night.
We arose at seven, disappointed at see
ing it was still raining. Downing water
proof and overshoes, we started to visit q
friend in another part of the village and
to whom we had promised a visit of day.
We took new route this time, passing
more familiar homes and many new ones;
an old house built in the last century being
familiar object, as some years since the
writer and her cousin had taken ride out
bought pound of bon bons, by the time
they had reached this house.
We stopped for water and a quaff from
the old time we'll was more than welcome;
and think from that time we have never
cared so much for sweets.
Arriving at our friends house her bright
| face welcomed us in cordial manner, and
| as usual her hospitality was unbounded.
| We chatted awhile, and when time for our
hostess to attend to her dinner we went
out on another exploring expedition up the
pleasant street, surprised at the number OF
new houses that had been added.
In one pleasant dooryard some little
girls were having dinner party with their
they told me their names and announced
the menu, which was huckleberries on very
tiny plates and lemonade in q very large
pitcher. It took me back to my own child
hoods days, when I enjoyed similar par
ty, and when we drank imaginable tes
from very small cups and which our dolls
were supposed to enjoy, If their mammals
did not. Next door two little children
were watching the proceedings of the
small party, evidently unbidden guests
I asked the little girl where the noise ]
the pipe factory on Wood street. I said
"What is your little brothers namea
She Indignantly replied: "She is not 6
boy; her name is Marion. But the reason
she looks like boy is that one day tool
the shears and clipped her hair here and
there; so mama had to have her head
shaved.
Returning for dinner, what an appetite
had. I did full justice to the meal, only
wishing could eat more. Was the all
already taking effeots
Another rest after dinner and another
stroll, passed out into the beautifully
before II o'clock and his rays had enliv
ened the before somber landscape.
Through the thick boughs of the trees
the sunbeams glinted here and there anc
we thought how fair a world is this We
live in; would that the beautiful summer
might always remain; but like our lives, W.
must have heat and cold, sorrow and glad
ness-"some days must be dark and
dreary."
Two little boys broke my revery by thei1
noise in playing. I stopped to speak tt
with bright, questioning eyes looked up a
me with puzzled expression, as if to say
EDO know youa Have I not seen you be
forei''
Passing on there came to my mind {
promise to visit an old school friend, wht
too had lately moved from our own village
A walk of a few minutes down a not ia
miliar street brought me to her door. Ou1
"reminiscences of old times and talks of thu
present soon consumed the too short hours
and with promises to exchange visits soor
we said goodbye.
Again the sky was darkening in thu
west, indicative OF another shower.
hastened back, secured my wraps, an6
with another pleasant parting waited al
the corner for the electric car to bear mt
home. One soon came, but it was heavily
laden. A young man kindly gave me hi
seat and when the shower burst upon III
took great pains in holding the curtain
down so as to s.lield me from all possible
wetting. The streets in the city looked
like canals, and two boys in the seat baoA
of me remarked: "We will hire q boat tx
sail up Dixweu avenue in"
Fortune favored us, for the electric ca,
came up side by side with ours. Soon ]
WAS again with the home circle and tes
was awaiting me. Like all good things m,
short visit had come to an end, but with
pleasant recollections that will always re
main in memory. F. V. 81.