The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-04-08
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| or SPAIN
From Edinburgh town to the Highlands
was the next move, and May found the
story teller at the village Of Inveraray in
| Argyllshire, the seat of the Duke of Ar
gyll. Here on the shores of lovely Loeb
| Fyne there was complete rest and change
of scene. The days were spent on her BIZ
| cycle. for Mrs, Wiggin is an accomplish
| ed wheelwoman, and with the young min
lister of the Free Kirk, a friend of her
! first Endinburgh season, she explored the
gens, visited the cottagers ana made her.
| self familiar with the life Of the gentle
| Iieland fowk. AS the Duchess Of ArgylI
! Glanced to be one OF Penelope's admirers,
as well as a devoted lover of little Tim
othy, the great gray castle, haunt OF
| romance, poetry and tradition was opened
| to the fortunate American, and she drove
and rode at her pleasure through the
! beautiful grounds and over the fine roads
| made especially to honor the Queens last
| visit to the homo of her son-in-law, the
| Marquis Of Lorne
| Mrs. Wggin found. during her stay i'm
| lnveraray, that her readers in the quaint
| old village were drawn from humble as
We'll as high life, for the Dukes head
game keeper it appeared had so much
enjoyed, ''Penelopes Progress that he
| had been recommending 1t to all his
| friends, and upon his suggestion it had
been added to the books in the Free libra
ry
As the time drew near for leaving
| Argyllshire, a farewell dinner at the
Manse was planned, for which function
the Dukes piper offered his services, and
the guest of honor gave her friends on
her return a charming description of the
| dainty table the windows open to the
lawn and the blue loch, the flower laden
| air and the piper in Campbell tartan, his
pipes decked with Campbell colors, play
ing in the lingering Highland twilight his
rants and reels and strathspeys and pib-
| rochs
England was again visited in mid-Juns,
and a few days were spent in Words
worthshire," as Lowell called 1t, at THE
Yews," an old stone manor house set in
a garden Of poppies on the banks of Lake
Windermere. DESERVING the charming
house party gathered there. Mrs. Wggin
fitted to oxford for Commemoratlon
Week, an especially gay one this last sea-
son, for the Duke and Duchess of York
were guests of the Dean of Christ
Church, and Lord Kitchener the Right
Hon. Cecil Rhodes and the Earl of Elgin
were among the distinguished personages
who received degrees.
The wonderful old town of colleges and
cathedrals Is never so gay as in these
June days, and although 1t was Mrs. Wig
gins first visit, so many friends and adj
mirers had heralded her coming that
every hour Of her time might have been
| filed with engagements had her strength
permitted. Eminent dons escorted her to
garden parties and concerts, she dined
with heads Of colleges, lunched with
| Their ladies and breakfasted with merry
| undergraduate up flights Of breaknecS
stairs and down corkscrew passages.
Everybody breakfasts with everybody
else in Commemoraton Week, and no
| youth so poor in relatives but he has his
mother, or his grandmother, OF his aunt,
or his elder sister with him al this time
to chaperone his matutnal feasts and his
afternoon teas. The scenes and the
people of Oxford appealed so clearly to the
| literary instinct in Mrs. Wiggin that she
felt each new experience which was Offer
ed to her to be OF value and passed from
boating on the Char" to the Christ
Church ball from n luncheon at All Souls,
graded by the presence of England's flu
ture sovereigns, to an open air performs
ance of LAS You Like IT. in Worcester
gardens.
The oxford week should have been fol-
lowed by a brief period at rest cure,
said the lady, in private letter, but Lon
don came instead, and who may rest there
in the season when society is in fun swing.
the play houses all open and the literary
lions roaring? Only for a fortnight was
the voice of the social tempter needed,
however and at the end of that time the
popular authoress retired for some press
| ing literary work to little poultry farm
in Sussex, three miles from the nearest
village and a mile from the high road.
! There, amid ducks and geese and hay
| stacks and fagot piles amid roses and
peonies and skylarks, stone floors, tiled
roofs and cabbage gardens, some stories
were penned which will appear shortly in
American magazines.
August found Mrs. Wiggin in Dublin
| preparing for her Irish tour In which, as
might have been expected in that hospi-
| table land her customary good fortune
attended her. Killarney came first, and
the second days experience in that we'll
known haunt of tourists will Illustrate the
| varieties Of life that come under the eyes
of this especial traveller, for she spent the
| morning walking to the bog with a daugh-
ter of the soil, watching the turf cutting
, and helping to pack the eods In her new
friends creol. and the afternoon with
| Lady Kenmare in the lovely Italian gar
dens OF Killarney House. The Countess
Is a great reader in all the modern Lam
| guages, il seems. and among the well
worn volumes upon her shelves may be
found "a Cathedral Courtship," Tim
othy's Quest" and the varied experiences
OF Penelope"
The stay in Killarney was all too brief,
for the people in high and in low life are
invariably interesting, and even from a
street corner one may see many sights,
both new and strange. But the days OF
travel were almost over and Mrs. Wigein
left the Lakes for Valencia Island, arriv-
! ing there I'm time for a regatta, whose
/ Milesian novelties are sure to claim a
| place in her writings some day. Then fol-
lowed leisurely driving tour through the
| south west and northwest OF Ireland.
| stopping wherever the literary fancy
| prompted and everywhere charmed by,
/ the magnificent scenery, the quaint dress
and speech the lovely children. the pic
turesque though doubtless uncomfortn-
BILE stone cabins. the courtesy OF the pep
/ pie and the thousand details pleasant ami
painful, which makes up irish life.
October drew near and home duties
| were no longer 10 be set aside and be-
4 fore the leaves had fallen Mrs Wiggin
was I'm New York and the varied expert
1nces Of the summer OF 1899 were over.