The Birmingham age-herald., 1903-10-18

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 For she had stumbled across the En- l ory Arcade. and to her this led back in- to the enchanted lands of childhood. On her first visit to a large city, her room i in the Hotel Emory had looked down into ] the brilliant passageway of glass lined i with miniature shops containing every novelty. One quick turn she now took through the Arcade for sweet memories sake, then they did the car out to the pottery, as she had previously insisted.
 This building is situated at the top of the incline and is as odd and at-- betractive as the Rookwood ware which it produces Here. visitors are politely shown the interesting process by which the buckets of crude clay are transform- ed into vases of requisite form and deep, glowing coors.
 From the Pottery building, they went to the Art Museum of which Cincinnati is so justly proud. Beautiful statuary, in original designs, or copied from master pieces in the old world countless hand some paintings, Indian relics. cabinets of gold, silver, bronze and porcelain, and unusually fine specimens of antique wood carving, all combine to maxe this muse- um one of the most complete in the America
 The afternoon was spent in the zool- ogical garden in which line Cincinnati can vie with New York. Philadelphia or any of her larger cities of the east. The ' collection of animals is complete, and they all have such a sleek well-cared for air that they seem as happy as the children for whose amusement and in- struction they are provided, though many ''chdren of larger growth seemed equally as interested. They were par l ticnlarly struck with Mhe handsome os- triches who were such an improvement with their young black plnmes to the bedraggled specimens families in cir cuses.
 They saw the Hons and tigers fed. and then it was quite pleasure after listen ing to their growls and scuffles. and see two little orphan bears suck their bottles of milk
 A cool ride home through the dusk brought them to the depot just in time to make all preparations and take the sleeper for the last long heat in their homeward. Well, heat may not be the proper racing term, but it Is suitable term for that sleeper, so let fl stand.
 Here, they parted from Betsey Hamll- ton. who was to branch off to side Chan
  regret, and that was they had not been able to get a joke on Mrs. Solomon Ant to compare with the Durham laugh on herself or the bow Cor bean0 incident In which Sis Hopkins figures so innocently.
 Tired and exhausted by two nights Of travel and two days of sightseeing, the Alabamians slept all night in blisstul inconsistencies of those twenty-seven tunnels that lie between Cincinnati and Chattanooga They had intended to sleep until nearly o'clock, when they would have to leave the sleeper at Rome for the train that would carry them to Anniston and Selma-that i@yhtmare Of road with neither sleeper dining ear nor waysde eating houses.
 ! But. the cessation of the long lullaby Of motion and the shrill cries of newsboys as the sleeper waited under the car-shed 1 at Chattanooga aroused them, and as i the train again moved out the shades were raised for just one peep at Lookout Mountain-that first stop of interest they had made when they left home long ago, so long ago. when measured by all they had since heard and seen. but really only one short month ago. The early morning sun was gliding this iumpng-off place of the giants of old, and the scene 80 riv- cited the attention that all sleep was driven away.
 So. they arose dressed lesurely and, being later than the Chattanooga passen- gers and earlier than the ones for Rome, thev had the luxury of the toilet room alone. Over their buffet breakfast they indulged in many "reminiscences and plans, for this would be the last meal Mrs. solomon Ant and her young son would take with Sis Hopkins for many a month
 After their last change at Rome, they began to sean every small station with care for the dear mother was coming up to meet them and they did not know just where she would get on.
 Finally, that sweetest cf all faces, the one that ilumined ilfancys horizon. beamed upon them above an armfull of lunch, newspapers and roses. Thus she sought, as always, to minister to her chldrens every need; food for their bodies and minds and souls-for flowers nourish the soul, don't they?
 Then began a triangular conversational duel that must have been highly edify. ing to other passengers, for Mrs. Solo, mon Ant and her young son and Sis liop- kins each tried to tell in one short hour all they had accomplished in a full busy month The mother beamed placidly and impartially upon them all. but when the mixture became absolutely nnlntellBlDle she gently reminded Sis Hopkins that she, at least could tell her adventures later on in place. The youngster had now subslded into the lunch-boX, so Mrs. Solomon Ant had a good chance to give her version of their trip and she made the most of it.
 All to soon, the blue hills spread out in a circle to enclose the Model City, and there at Anniston station, stood the gen ial round father to welcome part of his little flock and to speed the rest on to their destination. A few short moments of mingled welcome and advice, then Mrs Solomon Ant and her young son found themselves alone in the rear of the car, waivlng a long farewell to the loved ones in Anniston.
 With a deep sigh. that Chautauqua was far behind and Selma and Mrs. Solo, mon Ant so far ahead. they returned to their seat That Is. they intended to re turn to their seat, but they found it blocked by an irate, rubicund man and "a joke.
 The big block of ice tea with the proper amount of sugar and lemon in 1t. which Mrs Solomon Ants mother had brought i to accompany her lunch had become un- stopped and flooded the seat This man had come in at Annston and taken pos | session of the seat while the occupants were making their adieu al the rear of the car But. now he arose, wet and sticky with tea. and announced; l Somebody's cocktail has split all over 1 everything here,'
 ! One glance at his blotehed face and i costly nose caused Mrs. Solomon Ant to