The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1902-08-13
Flashlights Of Chautauqua.
BY NANCY c. MORROW.


just as the sun was sinking behind the
western horizon on beautiful July eve
ming, It played game Of hide and seek
behind the forest covered hills of South
western New York, with the passengers
on the Eric express as they were rapidly
carried toward Chautauqua Lake. 1t
seemed loath to say "goOd night" and
fingered long enongh to enhance the
beauty of this tiny Finland sea" with a
halo OF glory, as It's broad expapse of
water and picturesque surroundings
came in view. With quie; dignity the
City OF New York plowed its way through
the placid waters from wharf to wharf,
meeting Chautauqua bound passengers at
the different landings. Almost two
hours ride lay between Lakewood and
The desired haven, and not even the rar-
est day in June could have been more
charming In natare-loving people than
such ride ON such an evening. All the
traveller had to do was to lay aside every
care, and, il he were at peace with the
Creator OF the universe, he would soon
had himself in perfect harmony with his
surroundings. For time the golden
glow Of the sun fell across the clear rip
pling water of the lake, giving it the ap-
pearance cfa sea Of gold. aud Heavens
benediction seemed to hover over all.
Thousands of whispered voices bore on
the evenings breeze sweet chorus,
while
silently one by one, in the infinite
meadows OF heaven
Blossomed the htlle stars, the forget-me-
notS Of the angelS;n
and the ieweled light of these little mes.
sengers Of love, was reflected Gle ar and
bright with the silvery rays OF the NOON
beams, on the bosom of beautiful Chsu-
tauqua Lake. 1t was then the imagina-
tive person could see how this body of
water looked to the cousins OF Hiawatha
as they padded their own canoes to and
fro little less than century ago; and
the imagination was only Heightened as
in the distance "a campfire blazed, like
the council-iires of the Red Man. against
background of dense foliage. But
poetic visions partially vanish as the
fruitful shores are reached at different
points aud evidences ola modern civili.
zauon are seen on every hand. An
age of machinery has brought the shrek.
ing trolly-wire with all its relatives.
Electric lights CLEAN aud glitter from ev
cry port, while hither and yon are pleas
uro boats propelled by the same wonder
iul power that the Indian knew only TO
shun and at which he tried to shoot.
In the midst OF such surroundings and
broken reveries, comes a timid little
creature to enquire for those SO near and
dear to her In Tionesta. She has met a
former 5. 5. teacher ana her heart is |
gladdened; former days are lived over,
and the present is reached. What sur. |
prise TO learn that the safety of the CITY /
Of New York with all its human freight. |
largely depends upon the faithfuluess Of
fireman George Bentley, husband of our
own Daisy kenniston. But such it is.
and the only cloud apparent on the life OF
Tionesta's young friend is absence of the !
Sabbath on Chaulauqua Lake. Her hus-
bands work calls for him each day of the
seven from 3 a. M, to 10 p. m. The Sab !
bath is a day unknown on the Lake to all |
boatmen, but Chautauqua, with her
closed gates, is silent but effective wit
ness for God. May the time soon come
when no such beautiful spot on our Re-
public will have so dark setting, but
when it can be truly said in every place,
This is Christian nalion."
Continued next week.