Arizona republican., 1900-07-10

 fearful about the eyes. We saw her, young and beautiful. fading down the pathway of life, solitary and alone, un- til death should kindly step in and angel hands bear her across the river to her waiting loved ones.
 A BEREFT MOTHER.
 We stole softly out of the room, leaving her to be comforted by her in tiEate friends, for her grief was too sacred to be gazed upon by strangers eyes. We spoke with bated breath and walked decorousy until a naughty twinkle in our officers eye aroused our suspicious, and we found out that it was like the darkeys ''fence," take it away and "dere was no foundation lef' to religion" We were never able to locate the man who was the originator of that bloodless war between France and America. We remained in quaran- tine for three hours and put in the time swearing at Uncle Sam's agents that we had not a dutiable article in our trunks. Some gentlemen who had spent the two preceding days in "plac- ing certain dozens of gloves, silk pet ticoats, coral beads, etc, which they were taking home to their folks, walked unblushingly up to the inspector and placed their bold signature to the docu- ment which made them VOW and de- clare that they had no perfumery, laces, silks, dogs or other such contraband ar ticles from which Uncle Sam was en- titled to receive revenue. There were many quaking hearts. Ladies came on shore attired in gaily trimmed hats, trailing high priced gowns and after noon capes. The officers gravely un- locked each trunk, while the owner flut- took out the trays, grabbed down the sides little ways and saw nothing.
 ON LAND AGAIN.
 The miserable part of sea voyage, when you are not seasick, is that when you land the ground seems to rise up to meet you. You step high when there is no occasion for it, prance around like a mettlesOme horse and feel like a fool generally for three or four days. I do not know whether there is so much more traffic in Paris or whether it is because the driving is su much more reckless and 'scareful." but I do know that when I passed through New York last November I was frightened almost out of my wits. I thought I never should get across the streets whole ard alive. After lodging for so long the cabs and omnibuses in Paris, I felt this time that I was in a suburban town to walk the streets of New York, and when an congressman halted and mo- tioned me to pass on, I stood stock still from sheer amazement. My friends met me at the wharf and we only stopped over the day, as it was so un- pleasantly warm.
 The next morning we took one of the Hudson river boats for Albany I should have enjoyed the nine hours ride up the river more, I think, had I not just come off the water, for it is in novel scenes and situations that we find the most pleasure when travelling. To go up the Hudson by boat has been one of the pleasantest anticipations of my life and I was not disappointed as we so often are in our dreams of future pleas ureS. With the Palisades and West Point on the left, Grants tomb on the right, the many beautiful summer homes on either side and the little cit ies nestling in between the hills, the eye is continually charmed with an ever changing panorama of scenes which fill win pride the heart of any true American. We spent the night in Albany and there my travelling com paniOns left me for the Green moun- tains of Vermont.
 HOTTER THAN YUMA.
 The next morning we went to Troy and took the Fitchburg train by way of the famous Hoosac tunnel. It was hot enough to put to shame any August day on the Colorado desert. Talk about hot weather; do not think that we of Ari- zona have any cause to find fault with our climate. We came through Boston where everything seemed to be fairly sizzling with heat, and there was no relief whatever until we reached Co., hasset at o'clock. Even here only few minutes from the beach, we have had days that fairly prostrated us; there is no life left in you and every thing you touch seems to stick to you. Last evening we put on our winter clothes and wanted a fire to sit by. My little friend brought me to her fathers house where Dr.. and Mrs. Bridghorn welcomed me as a long absent daugh- ter. l have heard all my life of true western hospitality" but l never ex- perienced any more charming or cor dial hospitality than in this lovely east ern home.
 The country is delightful with it's wealth of flowers. green lawns and pretty summer homes. We have noth- ing in the west that quite takes the place of the grand old elms and naples of the east, but, perhaps, We have com pensations. The woods and pastures now are d beauteous tangle of ferns, wild roses and blackberries. The ponds are covered with great creamy white and yellow water lilies that are to be had for the asking. l appreciate the beauties of my own country; I love it and feel more contented to be here. I shall visit next week the well where once hung "The Old Oaken Bucket" Plymouth Rock" where all our fore fathers landed, unless we insist Top sy" like that they just growed;" Bunker Hill monument and many other nirnts- I .I,oI1