The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1903-07-02

IOL1 =, 1910.
he smiled. I didn't care, for I believed
the trolley ride would be cooling.
When we left Canal Street the car
turned into st. Charles Avenue. Now
that is one of the finest boulevards in
America, beautifully paved, wide and
clean. In between the double lines
of trolley tracks is space about twelve
feet wide and flowers grow there in
profusion. Every little while we would
come to a small waiting station, but
no one waited in any of them. A dry,
hot wind was stirred by the movement
of the car. Off came my coat. The
motorman smiled again; he also per-
spired freely. So did l. ] confidently
expected to see the fat man melt and
run off the platform; but he didn't, and
l don't think he lost more than twenty
pounds that trip. was wondering
what I'd look like if I lost twenty
pounds. Ii 1 ever do I'll travel for
half faie ard get into the circus for a
quarter. That's one consolation amt
lit? We were flying by fine residences.
| languidly looked at them. could
appreciate their architecture better if
it had been Christmas Eve. 1 rode to
/ the end of the line. There wasn't a
drug store, ice house, cold storage
building or even pump in sight, so |
had to ride back again.
I'll not worry you with the return
trip. I got into the business district
again and found everything and every
body dead as usual-all except the mint
julep foundries. They were working
overtime. 1 got off the car when we
reached a back street for it looked
cooler there. threw away my cuffs
and carried my bullet proof coat, like
wise my grenadier head piece. Inever
knew before that trousers grew coats
of fur; mine did. l went into fur
nishing store. "Mister," said, 81
want a pair of duck trousers and a
China silk coat, and I'd like the privi-
lege of changing my costume here" l
bought new outfit and had my old
clothes sent to my hotel. should have
sent them to the relief of some Arctic
, expedition. Then 1 went to the hotel
It had big, wide veranda with vines
nearly covering the sides which looked
!, cooler than down stairs. The veranda
{ mean. l went up. The clerk said he
could give me room opening on the
veranda. My baggage had arrived long
before did. Among it was light
J overcoat, and l felt so ashamed when
the boy brought it up to the room that
!, I tipped him two bits not to tell.
: went to bed about Il p. m. and opened
! the screen door leading to the veranda
l Then the mosquitoes came. New Jer.
| sey is the home of the trusts and
) mosquitoes but she has no control over
|, Louisiana's home production. / fought
mosquitoes all night; fought heat al
9 day; I longed for telegram ordering
!. me to Cape Cod for cranberries. None
) came. suffered three days and nights
!, Whenever l think of New Orleans
4 can hear the mosquitoes singing, bul
!. the city itself is all right. They have
: a fine park called West End Park.
: went there every night. A finely or
: ganized theatrical company gave
really good show. And the Gulf oysters
i I ate! They are good and you can ge
J. them in August same as December. :
: My journey south ended at New Or
: leans. suppose you're glad of it.
was. Before I close this series of arti
a cles 1 want to say this: The hospital
1 ity, good breeding and genuine sym
!, pathy for which the South is noted ]
}. |. true all ooer the South and the terri
y tory once dreaded to cover proved t
II be the finest section had ever travele,
t in. Thus endeth the Southern Chroni
cies of HARLEY.