The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-01-30

riage in q voice that jolted the bricks on the
buildings across the street The coachman
drove up, and in the eminently proper man
ner sat stfftly in his seat without looking
around There was crush and slamming
|sof doors. Thinking the parties were inside,
the coachman drove off without them. This
is a true story
Arriving at the house, the vehicle stood
waiting for the occupants to descend to the
street. No movement After waiting what
he thought might be respectable time, the
coachman came down handsomely and looked
cautiously within. Nothing.
Filled with horror, he flew back to the
theater at a rafting pace and found dis
gusted man out hiring a cab. Explanations
We're in order, and were given and taken in
great good nature.
But what ghostly theater-goers Of the long
past had seized this opportunity to ride home
in the old way, none will ever know. Who
ever they were, they were quiet lot; but
they make a picture that only an Abbey could
draw or an Arthur Epson paint in words.
Our Trip Abroad.
Jerusalem, Dec. I've landed from our
comfortable steamer at Damascus, some
such place, do not remember the exact
name, as It was dark when we went ashore.
We entered a closed carriage and hurried to
the railroad station, where we grabbed an
then boarded the Jaffa & Jerusalem train for
the latter city. We slept fairly well in the
stutfy little cars. and as we arrived in Jeru-
salem early in the morning, did not see
much of the country, but We are Informed
that this Is no great loss, as it is barren
place now and hardly worth seeing anyhow.
iIhe guide book gives a fair description of it,
| so we lost nothing. AS it is very hot here,
and Lucille has bad headache we have kept
closely to the hotel and have not ventured
out much. AS we leave tomorrow night,
| fear we are destined to see little Of it. We
know the historic places so well, however
from study and photographs that it will
hardly be necessary to see them, now thai
| we have really been here. What wonderful
! historic and sacred associations are connected
with this land! The very air we breathe
| teens with them! And we haven't seen the
! air either.
Margaret asked the Dragoman who waits
! on the table if the tomb Of Moses was near
! by, say within block or two: but he shook
his head and looked at us in a mystifed
manner The Mount of Olives is said to be
| in the outskirts of the city still, but the hea
Is so insufferable that we decided not to WISH
| it. Margaret has been reading Ben HUI
! aloud and we have passed a fairly comforta.
| bile day. ..
If we could only see the United States once
| more! l do not wonder. that the Hebrews
| prefer to stay where they are prosperous and
| happy. r.
| Got away all right bo-night and made q
| quick night run back to Joppa, Jaffa, Damas-
Gus, Capernaum, or whatever the city is, and
there took the steamer, where we kept oul
stateroom to escape the flies until out OF
sight Of land.
| Never shall we forget the wonderful sights
! and scenes Of the Holy Land, with its wealth
of sacred associations. We hope to reacI
| Athens soon. Lovingly
Lucille, Mary l.. and Margaret
| -- ~ "A. J. Russell.