The herald., 1896-08-16

for the particular kind Of fish the presi-
dent may be after. He Is a curious man,
with q high idea of the equal rights Of
| good American citizens. He talks with
a twang that would put a banjo to
shame, and he always carries with him
a stock Of funny stories. most Of them
moss-grown with age and about as
mirthful as the Puritans who originat-
| ed them. These he doles out to Mr..
| Cleveland with charming freedom.
The president practically lives out of
doors. He Is up in the morning at
o'clock. and oftentimes breakfasts be-
| fore the rest of the family are out of
bed. He shaves himself every morning.
and his hand Is steady is a rock. Cen
orally he is ready to start on his fishing
| trip at 1880 o'clock. If the weather is
| favorable he sails in the Ruth, as he
| prefers the excitement of the cat boat
| to the steady work of thelaunch. Susie,
| the cook, has modest lunch packed up.
| Bud has a tin can full of bait, and the
| poles and lines arranged. and the start
| is made from the floating dock. fifty
| yards away from the house, without de-
| lay.
GOlAS-YOU-PLEASE CLOTHES.
On these trips the president looks
anything but a dude. He wears soft
| hat which the sun and salt water have
| colored like a subdued rainbow in spots
an outing shirt, pair of baggy serge
trousers and serge sack coat, spotted
and stained like the hat. When the
sport is exceptionally good he does not
return until or o'clock in the after
noon. Generally he sails back for din
ner at / o'clock. and to read the morn
ings mail and the communications from
Washington. Then he starts out again
in the afternoon for three hours of sport
There is another mail late in the af-
ternoon, and this he reads on his return
before supper.
One day at Gray Gables is much like
the others. Sometimes he drives into
Buzzard's Bay with Mrs Cleveland,
Ruth and Esther for the afternoon mail.
This is always waiting for him at the
postoffice in brown leather mail bag,
bearing the initials G. c. In silver. The
bag Is tossed into the carriage, and the
return drive is begun, after a stop of
only a few seconds.
THE DEAD LINE.
This little town is situated at the ex-
treme western end of the bay and Gray
Gables is at the western end, three miles
away, over a road deep in sand. "A little
one horse railroad runs from the town
to Monument Beach. eight miles away.
and this road passes close to Gray Ga
bles. There is tiny pagoda-like sta
tion built near the presidents home,
and the four daily trains go through the
formality of stopping there. although
passengers seldom alight. They know
that it is impossible to get near the
house. The dead line" is vigorously
enforced by two secret service agents.
one of whom is on guard in the day
and the other at night. This line is
drawn across a narrow strip of land.
with a marsh on one side and water on
the other. Just outside the line are the
stables, and further off is the lodge,
where the Wrights and the house SER
wants sleep.
Visitors have plenty of preliminary
warnings not to approach too near the ,
house. Near the first bend of the road
leading to the house is a sign which
reads Fishing, building fires, or cut
ting wood positively prohibited on these
grounds" Further on, and just where
the dead line" is drawn, are two little
towers, one on either side of the road.
A sign, which reads. "Private grounds"
is located here. and at this precise spot
can be found one of the secret service
agents every hour in the twenty-four.
In the lattSr part of August Mr.. Cleve-
land will leave Gray Gables to pay
visit to Senator Villas of Wisconsin. w.so
has promised to give the president the |
finest trout fishing he ever had.
Russia has 500, 600 900 acres of forest