CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1901-03-28
LETTER xxx.

Beloyeu-You know of the method
for making a cat settle down in a
strange place 10y buttering her all over.
the theory being that by the time she
has polished on the butter she feels
herself al home? My mornings work
has been the buttering of the mother
aunt with such things as will Lucerne
her the most. When her Instincts are
appeased. am the more free TO in
duige my own.
So after breakfast We went round the
cloisters. very thick set with tablets
and family vaults and crowded graves
inclosed. II proved quite ''the best
butter" To me the penance turned out
Interesting after period Of natural re-
pulsion. A most unpleasant addition
to sepulchral sentiment is here the
fashion-photograp Of the departed
set into the stone. You see an elegant
and genteel marble cross. There on the
pedestal above the name is the photo.
a SNUG man with bourgeois whiskers,
a militlaman with waxed mustacbe
well turned up. a woman well attired
and conscious of IT You cannot think
how indecent looked the pretensions OF
such types to the dignity Of death and
Immortality.
But just one or two faces stood the
test and were justitied-a young man
oppressed with the burden Of youth. a
sweet. toothless grandmother in bon
net. wearing old age like a flower: a
woman not beautiful but for her neck.
which carried Indignation. Her face
had a thwarted look. Dead and rot
ten" on. did not say OF these In disgust
and invoiuniarily as one did OF the 9th
ers. And yet I don't suppose the eye
picks out the faces that kindled most
Kindness round them when living or
that one can see well at all where one
sees without sympathy. think the
mother-auni's face would not look dear
TO most people as II does TO me. yet my
sight OF her Is the uuer. Only would
not put IL up on a tombstone In order
that II might look nothing to those that
pass by.
! wrote this much. and then. leaving
the NJ. A. TO glory In her innumerable
correspondence. Arthur and went OF
TO the lake. where we have been for
seven hours. on Il I found II become
infinitely more beautiful. for every
tbinE WIS W. Ntlntu bN n itNftN tipoHN
haze. and the mountains change and
change and seem not all the same as
going when returning. Don't ask me
20 write landscape to you. One
brcathes IL In and IL is there ever after.
but remains unset TO words.
The Is whittle themselves ou,
Of our company just TO the right
amount. come back at the right time
(Which is more than Arthur and ] ar.
likely to do when our legs get on the
SPIN and are duly welcome with =
diversity of doings TO talk about Their
tastes are more the NJ. AS and their
activities about half way between hers
and ours. so we make rather for
tunate quintet. The NJ. trio Join us
the day after tomorrow. when the ma
jority OF US will head away AT once TO
Florence. Arthur growls and threat.
ems he means to be left behind for a
week. and II II suits the funny little
jealousy of the NJ. A. well enough to
see us parted for n time. quite apart
from the fact that ] shall then be more
dependent on her company She will
then glory In overworklng herself. say
II Is me. and I shall feel flend No
letter at all, dearest. this: merely
taiky talky. Yours without words