The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-11-30

Washington Posttwo-step or something
of the sort. We had Come Back to
Erin,'' and 1.-THE Christening" and
Monte Carlo!" I was an e~nraptured
listener.
The Lucania being a Cunarder, lands
her passengers at Queenstown and at
Liverpool. and I sailed on 1t in order to
get acquainted with the Liverpool route
as I am familiar with the Southampton
route already, and wanted to learn q
bit about the other way. I am sadder,
and what I wished for, wiser too. and
shall not. 20 that way again. unless I
cannot help 1t. as I consider 1t very
inconvenient. indeed. when ones des-
tination Is London, to come round by
Liverpool instead of taking the much
shorter and Infinitely more convenient
journey from Southampton to London.
l saw ireland. of course, this time, and
1t ia indeed a green, isle. down to the
very water. and as beautiful q bit to
see, from the ship, as I have ever seen.
Queenstown. too. was quite interest
ing, though but seen from h side OF
the ship. and explored by means OF
q field glass only. As for the Irish
Channel 1 have no words In which to
describe It: 1t was so rough. Nearly
everybody got sick again, but l just
wouldn't be, SO 1 went down in the
dining saloon, where the servants were
setting the tea tables, and had my
steward tie me in q corner chair. and
/ put my head against the side Of the
ship and managed to keep well by writ
ing a letter home, though the pitches
and rolling was dreadful, especially in
its effects upon the dishes. l vas often
compelled to stop writing and indulge
in a hearty laugh at the dance, which
those dishes would lead the poor stew
ards, who tried to keep them from slid
ing Off the tables. The ratings and
dividing boxes were all on the tables,
but that made not q particle of diff
ference; dishes would first toboggan up
on one end of the table in one big
confused, breaking pile, and then while
the poor steward was there trying to
save them the Irish Channel would
suddenly undergo another change Of
heart, and down they would skate to
the other end, jump the railing, silver,
china, teapots. milk and everything.
Back In Dear Old London.
London is just as smoky, and foggy,
I'M grimy, just as dazzling and bewil-
dering and incomprehensible as ever
l felt quite at home as soon as l reached
here. My two guardian angels were ex-
pecting me, and were out at the curb.
somehow. even before I had got out of
the carriage. They. were glad to see
me again and SO were all the girls,
who every once in awhile laugh
something I say. and then tell me
that l have brought back with me
such q very broad American accent!"
l brought with me also, besides the ac-
cent. a most beautiful pair of black silk
knitted mittens. and they go into fits
of laughter every time l wear them,
calling them baby Gloves as they say
no n but infants wear mittens. They
have fingers to all the wooden hand
coverings, and never saw O mitten. But
I get even by asking them IL they know
what 1t Is to get the mitten,' and upon
their negative, I explain by telling them
that America gave King George the
mitten in 1776.
I am right at home already, and have
been here only three days. My room Is
In as cosy and pretty order as I could
wish, If I do say 1t as shouldn't. The
piano Is a little beauty and no one
knows what can be done with bare
walls until one tries home photos on
them. I seem to have succeeded be-
] yond my most artistic longings, and