Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1898-07-08

the fatal date when Napoleon's bat
talions Unanswered under the
shadow of the pyramids. The
least alert among us knew of the
Sphinx, half hid in the climbing
desert sand. But whether Isis or
Osiris were mythical or tradition
airy, was a question to discuss.
"Such, broadly, was our general
status. the first of October. But
how delightful were the next eight
weeks! In Thebes we wandered
saw the outlines of its marvellous
ruins cut against the cloudless pink
and azure sky. Listened in Mem
phis to the story of the past, It'll
our hearts beat with the indigna-
ton of the free born, over the cost
in life and blood and tears of its
magnifcence. Spelling from its
hieroglyphics, rather than the pride
of kings, the slow murder of a peo-
pie, the long martyrdom of toll.
"From modern Egypt with its
cotton gins, its sugar refneries,
mirroring their tall smoke stacks
in the Niles smooth breast, from
modern Egypt, with its English
protectorate, we turned regretful-
ly, signing like the mar of w
"Our days are swifter than a
weavers shuttle.,"
"While the world yet echoed
with the sound of the last Hellenic
struggle with the Turk, we
turned to Greece-its people-its
literature-its present. AS one
touch of nature makes the whole
world kim so does one real effort
to help the helpless make kin all
souls that strive.
"We women who dwell within
the shelter of these western hills,
on whom was no tangible claim
from from Greek affairs, paused in
our remote and busy lives to
watch, to hope, to grieve, and still
to wait for the hour to strike,
"When Greece might yet be Free"
Next, like Penelope, to Italy
we turned.
1--WE spent a day in Rome-and
such a day! We we're presented to
the pope, we rode and we walked
out the Appian way, we whispered
to each other as we stood in the
shadow and watched the moons
long, light stream through the
arches of the Coliseum. We
stirred our blood with the Lays of
Ancient Rome and almost believed
it had been a happier fate to have
lived sin the brave days of old,
| When the rich man helped the poor man,
And the poor man loved the great,
When no man was for a party.
But all were for the state
"We brought home memories
of Raphaels, frescoes of Titian's
glorious dreams.
"Then, when the Ides of March
had passed, when April showers
and hawthorn buds had come, we
turned to England, That scep-
tered isle,' bound in with the tri-
umphant sea, whose rocky shore
beats back the envious siege
of watery Neptune Beautiful
her land, splendid her history and
the radiance of her glory streams
afar! AS. we read and talked of
her sons and her sons deeds, our
hearts burned within us.
'sIn her past was the germ of
her present, and, turning the pages
of Henry VIII, it needed little
wisdom to see upon the throne, in
the beauty of Katherine's charac-
ter, the same piety, wifely devo-
ton and self restraint which the
queen of today has displayed. To
see, in the other and less happy
days, the fidelity and self abnaga-
ton of a Gladstone in old "Tohn of
lGaunt."
For the present year the man
agement of the Club has
wisely been intrusted to Mrs. A.
b. Connor as president; Mrs. ]. A.
Stanley, vice-president; Mrs. ].
H. Boomer, secretary; Mrs. Carrie
Cleveland, treasurer.
The club color is cream white.
Its flower. the white rose.
Its motto.-"Jewels lose their glory
II neglected"
b. S. S.
THE woMAN's CLUB OF LEAD