Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1903-11-06

tumble and roar a half mile away,
an old German cabinet maker
from Cologne, skilled in his me-
tier, makes charming pieces of ar.
tistic furniture out of hickory and
curled leaf maple wood.
squirrels abound, and brown
mountain rabbits run across the
road, and this old castle is big
and comfortable, and Mrs. Har-
ris, my housekeeper, will look
after YOU with delight.
had almost forgotten small
lake where you can catch noun
tain perch, and row in small
boat, if the artist will let you, for
the lake and the boat are his.
There is small picturesque
church in hollow, and its slen-
der spire stretches upwards, and,
catching the RAYS of the setting
sun, breaches its own lesson, and
the sound Of it's little bell is dis
tinctly heard from the terrace of
my castle, pretty terrace, Val,
where you and | will sit and take
our coffee after dinner, following
the mode of Europe, while listen
ing to the tinkling of the cowbells,
as "the herd winds slowly DER
the lea"
VIII you come, Val? Yours
faithfully, child,
ALLEN DUNCAN.
OF course will. and with Joy
unspeakable, Cousin Allen, ifonly
TO escape persecution, stale and
Improbable gossip, mammals re-
proachful glances and a fat man
yand his glasses You may expect
your troublesome ward any day.
| can't possibly say when, be
cause our engagement list is
crowded and then mater will ney-
er let me off from attending at
least one-half of these fearful
functions, which have become
the scene of an exciting game of
hide and seek, carried on by pur-
suer and pursued. The fat man,
who possesses a few railroads.,
some towns and villages. and half
the Pacific cOast-mamma says,
and the writer of this note. Il
hope YOU will be able to read it,
If it were not for the kindly
help of Il nice boy, Dick Fenton,
who warns me of my enemy's APP
| prOach and helps me to elude him,
and usually lands him at the ia
BILE with mamma and cham
payne bottle, | would have fallen
into his clutches de guerre lasse,
and the poor victim, Valerie Farm
leigh, would have died q hideous
death, in white satin and Venice
point, to the sound of Mendels-
sOhn's march.
After this explanation you can
realize the utter delight with
which l fee away to you and your
castle on the heights, and not Il
soul shall know where / have
gone. l am positively beginning
to lOathe my "monotOnOus pleas
ures," as you cleverly call our
functions and gatherings, polo
excepted, and really, my dearest
cousin, if your invitation had not
come just when it did l would
have accepted an auto ride with
my prosecutor, the fat man, as a
possible alternative ending in
stead of the other man.
The delight of tramping through
fields of daisies, milking cows
did you not include milking in the
list of rural diversions you offer
and listening to Glen Brine
falls, and your sweet church
BELLS
l think l will give mamma the
slip, let her do the treadmill
round of dinners and other weari-
some things, and will take the
train without even Annette, and
will run up to you tomorrow
Have you any pretty, rosy
faced children in your noun
tains? Who is your artist?
know only one. He is--well, he is
a very remarkable man, and / will
tell YOU about him when we are
sitting on your terrace slipping
coffee.
He, too, loves the mountains
] believe better than anything
lovoant bic art He has inst left