The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-10-15

dare say 1t never gets hot enough for
peaches. The nuts are beginning to
| ripen now, however. Along the roads
instead Of fences there are hedges, and
between the fields as we'll these hedges
are grown, too. Sometimes they are
merely a shrub of some dwarf kind,
but more often they are of beechnut
bushes, which make both a useful and
| ornamental bush. These nuts are ripe
now, and are being brought into town
In their shells from all directions. II
you are driving out along the road you
may pick them yourself, / suppose. l
know the children do. They bring
| them In their aprons and crack them
on the sidewalks, so that sometimes as
you walk through the streets you step
on lots of beechnut skins. The other
day the driver showed us a scraggy
tree along the roadside which he said
was an English walnut tree. So have
seen tree on which those delicious
nuts do grow. 1t was smaller and much
thinner than our big walnut trees are,
with very little and thin foliage. We
all looked at 1t with a great deal OF In
terest.
Beautiful Welsh Girls.
In my walk this afternoon. and not
l go out, / cannot help noticing the
large number Of pretty girls there are
here.l have to envy every one OF them,
their color Is SO rich and their eyes
are so bright. 1t must be the pure air
that makes them so good looking. They
go singing along at good pedestrian
like gait from one town to another,
clad in their golf cloaks and the pic
ture Of health and beauty. They are
different from the Englishwomen In
their height, being smaller generally,
but they share the same freshness of
coloring, abundant hair and bright eyes
as their English sisters. / notice a
great many more brunette beauties
among the Welsh girls, however, than
among the English, and as l am sim
ply slave to brunette loveliness, OF
course, l have fallen in love with the
Welsh girl.
went out for a tramp the other day
with one. the governess, at a house
where 1 was being entertained, and We
took very long walk.She paid me the
compliment OF calling me a pretty
good walker for an American. AS
matter Of fact the women of this coun-
try do walk a great deal more, and
are consequently q great deal stronger
was wet and muddy day, and when
she saw me put on light pair OF over
! shoes in order to keep my feet dry she
laughed heartily at my goloshes, as she
| called them, and told me that English
women hardly ever wear them, even In
the wettest weather, relying on their
| thick "boots" to keep their feet dry.
They do wear very thick, heavy shoes,
| that look to me to be very ungraceful
| In the manufacture Of pretty shoes
America leads the world, there Is no
doubt of that, and they are not only
| pretty, but easy and comfortable as
well. Anyone who comes over here
and wears out her shoes and has to
go through the agony Of being fitted
| with new pair in London shoe shop,
has my whole stock of sympathy. The
ordeal is awful. Provide yourself with
| lots Of American shoes and overshoes
| when you come to this land to stay
awhile, is my advice.
shopping on the Other Side.
Some of US have Just been over to
| Cardiff on a shopping tour and have
had simply swell time in the big shops
| there. Gloves are as cheap as they
can be, the incest kind costing only
''one and thrippence" go cents), and
| one and six pence (37 cents), and love-
ly ones for two shillings $50 cents)
Macintoshes are SO cheap that I want
| to buy every one I look at, but am
denied that pleasure, as l already have
| one which Is old enough now to vote.
| 1t is so good it will not oblige me by
wearing out, hence cannot buy an
other. Handkerchiefs are twice as
cheap as in America, as also are all
woolen goods. But I must stop talk
ing about the cheap shops. They are
simply maddening to one!
| Just below my window, down In the
street. there is, as l write, an awful
nasal voice singing song. The singer
is, Of course, beggar, selling heather,
which is plentiful on the hills near here.
1t is the first bad voice / have heard
in this place, and though 1t sounded
rather serenata like at distance,
where she was five minutes ago, 1t Is
unbearable now, right below me. So
here goes a penny down, and off she
goes. Alas, she did not go She
stood there and sang me another hor-
rible song! I wonder who put her up
to singing like this? If this letter is
a failure 1t is her fault. / cast all re-
sponsibility in the matter aside.
| Sadie E. Kaiser.
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