The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1895-09-15

! r,r1h4fr a-S 10 any -,srsoral favor &c missed
which might have been impaired 20 ny
report had the written conversation been
an oral one. perhaps a counter satisfaction
NAV ~ gained n the assurance OF its &C
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FIRST inquired concerning her life AZ
Glover Reus, the plantation that she has
introduced 20 tbe world in "Whi'sun
Harp. Regulator" and May Bowiin'.'
as weEl as other Arkansas tales
Ske wrote back Glover Bend is on the
Black river IN the Northeastern part az
Arkansas Ny geography is strictly con-
fined - my travels. but may be depended
upon there,
Leaving S. Louis a; Night you viii
awake the next morning before a little
neat hotel with garden 20 ore side. ard
a white aprousd negro. beating gong -
IT'S lousest under the car windows This
IS walnut Ridge ard Mrs. Peters inn. OF
which you Will think the more highly the
more yeu travel IA the South. You nav
remember the town. I have described II,
with slight variations. in The Plumb
IDIOT
After a very good. clean. hot breakfast
n Walnut Ridge, you pass couple OF
hamlets and stop before one called Min
turn. This is the railway station for
Clover Bend. and I'm front Of the platform
two horses, drawing a light wagon. are
shaking the muddy water from their
names. The mud caked on their legs and
TANKS. will give you any thing but a pleas
ant anticipation Of the roads. The wagon
viii BE- driven by gTay-haired gentleman
with brown Vandyke beard. Probably the
station agent viii make you welcome; he
changes often. but he is always a friendly
soul
You the lady for Glover Bend? Say,
Col. Tucker! Here she is.
"rhen Col. Tucker will advance and
greet you and prepare you for the roads.
arzAA nF
you are fifteen minutes away from the
railway you will wish that YOU had made
your Will Col. Tucker who has been
placidly describing the landscape and the
trees. between holes. win say cheerfufly:
Here comes the worst OF all" The less
said OF the next half hour the likeler We
are 10 have the pleasure of seeing you;
but IL is over al last, and YOU are bowling
smoothly along a good road through for
est so weirdly beautiful in March, that
you forget the swamp"
This is the forest picture in that strange
" pathetic tale OF the love which a little
child can rouse in the hearts Of women.
1.-THE Mortgage on Jefy."
''Now you are on the plantation" she
goes on: you pass here and again, log
cabins set in cotton fields. The cabins
look comfortless to a Northerner, but they
are weather tight and the fences are all
in good trim. BY and by. painted cot
tages. less picturesque. but more con-
venent, drop into the scenery, then a
white schoolhouse with green blinds, I'M
der a great water oak al the forking of
the forest roads, then a little hamlet OF
a score Of houses clustered on the river
bank. The brown cottage, nearly hidden
by rose vines, is Col. fuckers. He owns
half the plantation and manages II. The
lady who appears in the deep porch. with
81 little fair girl laughing beside her and
a sweet little fat baby in her arms, is
aIrc I-v1-r
land people; yet they have succeeded in
winning the love and respect of their
neighbors. Col. Tucker could give you
bits out OF his own experience quite as
thrilling as the legends with which he has
beEuiled the way.
He will drive you TO the store first, a
big yellow building which looks more mod
ern than il is, with its yellow paint and
white pillars.
The chances are that you will see Jenny
and me on the river bank with our camera.
We may be in the distance. You would
better disregard us, in any event, and go
on 10 the yellow modern house pieced on
10 an old Southern cottage that you Will
see across the common. handsome
young man in a silk shirt and remarkable
boots will come out 10 greet you. followed
by a pretty white maid and a grinning
black man. Together they will take you
and you luggage into the house, and
though the roses are glowing on the lawn.
you may be glad for the log smoldering
in the great fireplace. And behind the
gentle, soft-voiced lady who is welcoming
YOU to Arkansas will appear another maid
with something on a salver. The lady is
Jenny's mother and the young man her
brother. and there you have the family.
And l hope you will like us"
SONS further details OF octave Thanet's
life in Arkansas have come TO me from
o,e of her friends on the plantation. She
frnh o
winter here. The quiet OF the Place is
very favorable TO uninterrupted literary
work and she writes in the midst OF the
sdnily. not in the least disturbed. She
always Composes on the typewriter
/ TCing very fond Of music and the family
all being fine players, a portion OF every
evening is given 10 understanding TO
/ Foster. once q week we spend the even
ing IN whist with them. She is a devoted
amateur photographer and Jenny AM she
have a studio and a couple of cameras and
enough chemicals for drug store.
/ Though always occupied with her literary
WORK size has made many friends among
| the renters" and her kind-heartelle
( has been felt tn many OF their nomNs in
/ times Of sickness and death. She likes 70
/ si- unobserved in The office AZ the stora
I aad listen 70 the conversation; on her
/ Y alks she often viii stop and gossip with
( the people. leaning on the fence and dis
+ ccursfng with the utmost interest on 90ul-
Try ard piss. The children all love her
/ and her generosity 20 them causes them
/ % lao}l upon her with wonder and allnita-
! tioa' She finds time 90 cook, and her SUI
! pericrlty as q cook. who carries all her
- ,ioes in her head. is acknowledged ~
/ all She never talks about her work. .r-
+ daal generally. she seems more irttrecied
( in other subjects than IN her litcra t,l-e.'
/ I may adj here that the Illustrations
/ for these interviews are from photographs
taken by Miss French and her friend
I To another question she answered. NO.
! the scene Of all my Arkansas stories is
/ not laid in Glover BEND but most OF them
| are acted ia the Black river country.