Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1897-02-16

but we emerge undecapitateu, anu Win
limbs undetached, and At the next sta
tion several more Ingredients enter, and
cur sen ,ation Is at an end.
We see nothing new In the land ,cApe,
except more crows than We ever saw In
New England In all our life-actuAlly
black clouds Of them shutting out the
light OF the sun; and royal stag hunt,
which from our primitive standpoint is
any thing but royal, though the name
has fine sound. The stag is some poor,
innocent little animal, and Is so tame he
will come up and lick your hand. The
yelping dogs smell about the box In
which he Is confined, and when IL is
broken to pieces and he is let out, he
trembles like leaf, and the poor fright
cned thing bounds out, with no object
but to get away from these savage dogs.
which are then loosened and the royal
stag-hunt begins. IL he succeeds In
keeping out of the reach Of the faugs OF
the hounds for an hour and half, the
papers allude TO the chase as tremen-
dous success.
At last we arrive at Warwick, where
we change for kenilworth, and IA We
alight, our American friends do the
same from another c,rrisge, and 60 70
the ticket Office TO inquire for the train to
Kenilworth, when they were informed
that II had just gone. Just gone.
says the spokesman. "Then what the
(-!!D does your thus-and-so company
mean by advertising this train TO con-
meet with Kcnilworth? What 10 (''')
sort of n. . swindle Is this concern,
anyway
There seemed no way to do but to
walk, or wait, or take n cab, so they
choose the latter, which was too expen-
sive travelling for Us, and we were very
glad the wait occurred, as IL would give
Va the opportunity TO visit Warwick
Castle, one OF the most picturesque OF
the old English castles, and the Oldest
that Is still inhabited, and occupied Mt
present by the Countess Of Warwick, an
exceedingly gay society woman.
The great tower OF the castle, as you
look at Il from this distance, seems TO
rise up, out of the slumbering bosom OF
the Avon, where II stands, seemingly
ruminating over all the scenes OF festiv-
ity. sorrow, mir,h aud grief. that CEN
turtles have born and eradicated, for
Time Is the great healer, as well as de-
stroyer.
Thinking we might gain some informa-
ton from the station agent, who looked
like an intelligent man, regarding the
most profitable way OF spending the
hour and half OF waiting, We found
that the only place in the vicinity he
had any idea WAS worth seeing, was
bennington, n very modern, busy.
bustling town, OF whose charms he never
tired Of repeating, never mentioning the
picturesque castle OF Warwick which lay
almost at our feet, and which people
from far countries delight TO visit; and
when we told him our destination was
Kenilworth, he seemed almost prostrated
with astonishment, exclaiming: "Why,
there's nothing there-nothing at all
there but ruins" And when we told
him that ruins were exactly what we
Travelled across the Atlantic for, he held
up his hands, and with, "0h, bless nv
soul, goodness gracious, haw. hsw.
haw :" he disappeared from view.
One popularity about these little
country stations Is, that instead OF
crossing the track to board the train 60
ing In the opposite direction, you must
walk 10 the end Of the long platform.
and go up long flight Of stairs, and
across high bridge and down another
flight on the other side, and walk back TO
the same latitude from which you start
ed. Ii may be a necessary precaution.
but when you can look up and down the
track for miles and no train In sight or
hearing that could possibly have the re-
motest desire TO run over you, II strikes
YOU as rather waste Of energy TO travel
all that distance.
Al length the train appears, and We
presently alight at the quaint little sta
ton of Kenilworth, and by this time the
''inner man" Is clamoring for show.
So we 60 10 that famous hostelry the
kings Arms" the very same Inn where
Leicester and his followers $50 years ago
drank ale and concocted schemes by
which to gain fame, glory, riches and
renown. We drank no ale, and concoct-
ed no schemes either for riches or re-
nown, for that phantom has eluded Us
too long for Us TO expect to catch up
with il now; but we did drink de-
licious cup Of coffee, prepared by the
uiVst uciSiousiy P'S'y S"' Wv '
in England.
We Americans hear a great deal about
the marvellous beauty OF English girls.
There's nothing particular against their
personal appearance, except that feet
and hands, Ia both sexes, seem to be con-
structed with a liberal regard for the raw
material. This may be the fault OF the
shoemakers, for they make the most un-
calmly footgesr in the world-'as fiat
as pancake" and just about the same
shape. But this little girl is the flower
of the family" and so intent are we
with gazing on the faultless symphony
In eyes, hair and complexion, that we
are oblivious to all else, till the an
nouncement that the cab is ready TO
take US to the castle about half mile
away. We cheerfully would walk, were
II possible, but that would involve either
wading In water two feet deep, or SWIM
ming, so we prefer to ford where the
stream crosses the highway, which In
the wet season it is likely 10 do.
MARTHA MANN.