The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1905-07-14
VIEWED BY WOMAN
Dr.. Helen Hughes Writes of
Trip Across Continent.
Interesting Scenes En- Route
to Salt Lake City.
Experiences Encountered al.
Points She Stopped.
Instructive and Entertaining
Letter From The Lady.

From Saturdays Daily.
Dir. Helen Hughes departed a few
days age for Portland. En- route she
stopped at several places and following
is the interesting letter descriptive of
what she has seen. The letter was writ
ten to her brother, Rev. Robert Hughes.
and her sister, DR.. Jane Hughes, and
was dated Salt Lake, Sunday:
/ have been promising to write and
not performing; and now there is so
much piled up that you nave to hear
about that l am afraid to begin.
Elizabeth, who is enjoying the trip
very much, is out in the lake now float
ing. You can't sink, the brine is SO
strong, so l am not uneasy about her.
She enjoyed her visit with Father Cur
ran, the most of anything we did yet.
He was well enough to talk and as she
there does not seem to be
much the matter with im-no with his
head, anyway.
nesday morning was "prlte and fare
and very hot, and duSky and / was sick
and outside it was Nebraska, miles and
miles all the same and none of it in
teresting. We arrived in Denver that
evening about nine o'clock and to make
matters worse there were twenty five
hours in the day just as we were re-
joicing that it was six o'clock at last
we had to turn the time back to five.
Well we got a nice hotel in Denver,
and had a good nights sleep, got up at
six and took a car ride round the city
and stayed in the park about an hour.
Denver is a pretty clean city and has a
fine state house and beautiful broad well
paved streets. At $3.50 we left for Colo
RADIO Springs. The country is quite fiat.
though the attitudes is high, about 5000
feet, Colorado Springs a little more about
5000. We arrived there at noon. 1t is
also a pretty well kept town, the noun
tain peaks rise up all around the little
plateau where it stands and higher than
the rest rises Pixies Peak way above
the snow line.
We went out to the Glockner, where
FIR. Curran stops, about two miles from
the town and in a nice green park which
looked very comfortable after the white
glare of the dusty, windy streets down
town. The Glockner was the home of
a man of that name who died there of
consumption and his wife having her
feelings awakened to the sufferings of
that class of patients proposed to con-
tinue her home as a kline of Sanitorium,
but she was not able to run it.
Then q community of Sisters of Mercy
successful work. 1t combines the three
features of Hotel, Sanitarium and Hos
pital, and has one of the best equipped
operating rooms in the West. There
surgical cases do remarkably we'll here
and one seldom hears of puS. There is
an air of good fellowship and comfort
that is Just fine to think of if you had
to send a patient away for their health.
1 am very glad that l know the place
personally. The Superior, an Irish wo-
man whose name was Bridget Broderick,
in the world. but who is a sister since
she was II. is one of the broadcast and
most sensible of women. We stayed
| thaTa H11Finr n11ts NiCit Epi1nV nnnrnino
| got up at six o'clock. and 1 never in
my life felt anything so bracing as the
early mountain air on the mountain.
They use the tent system very much
here, and counted twenty-eight in their
little CO mpine ground. En-. Curran lives in
one and receives company on the broad
of his back. poor fellow. Every day they
carry him out to a cot under the trees.
And half a dozen tenters gather around
him for he is a prime favorite. q great
friends of his is DR.. Tracy, a little girl
from Cincinnati, who after making the
medical course against great difficulties.
became tuberculosis in her second year
practice. She is now here fifteen months
and it talking of going home. She is
of Ann c. Minogue, the write and
Charlie O'Malley. FIR. Phalen. who is
rAlated to Fr. Tom also forms one OF
their inner circle. The mountains look
beautiful i nthe earlv morning. the up
per part of the valley was filled with
mist and a fleece of gray clouds hung
midway up Pixies Peak and above it the
snowy summit cleaned white in the
After breakfast we took n team and
with DIR. Tracy as guide visited first.
Glen Fire" the private grounds of Gen.
Palmer. 1t is a wild. ugly nook hid i'm
among the mountains ana all o~ver-grown
with such rubbish as young poplar. and
the like. a kind of a house that is sup
posed t oresemble a castle. and there
Palmer lives exiled by his riches from
his own kind. He is said to have stolen
a railroad in his day and to my mind
is suffering for his sins.
Leaving Glen Fire we proceeded to the
Garden of the Gods. l think a person
would not be so disappointed with this
place if it had not been called a garden.
You know how the name started. Helen
Hunt on her first visit met an old negro.
and she asked him his name and he
said, Jupiter-his wife appeared and her
name turned out to be Juno, where upon
Helen Hunt exclaimed this must be the
guage of the old man that said this
is no farming countdy." you will at once
see that it is no garden. 1t might be
called anything else-the battle field of
the giants, or the laboratory of freaks,
but it is no garden. it is not awful or
awe inspiring because dignity is sacri-
heresy, but I can't help telling just how
l feel. There is also a spirit Of the pre-
~tentious about the naming of the places
that take away from their dignity also
dIlu Il III dlI VI lHt ADVERTISER W tile 1
whole. There are also peculiar figures
that can be made out from certain po-
sition as the Bride. the kissing Camels.
the Seal. and the Bear. the Queen of the
glen and these things are ~laughable, but
not sublime.
Now. don't think for a moment that
| want to belittle these wonders. they
are really wonderful past anything you
ever dreamed Of. but | at least had to
change the whole base of my plans about
them. A few miles brought us to Mani
ton which is really q picturesque village
at the foot of Pixies Peak. 1t
is quite a health resort and has various
springs. one of which l tasted and it is
just like soda water. There are other
places of interest near, as the Ute Pass
and Cripple Creek, but Peter seemed so
glad to visit with us that we remained
home all the afternoon. The sky is as
blue over Colorado as that over Ireland it
colt a"d the few fe~"v white clouds that
float around reminds us that a storm
can hurst any tire lust as we had an
experience that afternoon. There was
one o" two crashes of thunder a flash
Of liohtrine and thon the rain hogan
to descend i'm large drops, it was funny
to see the invalids skurrving TO shelter.
ITO your tents, O Israel" said FIR. Peter
"urran. ~ he Gathered up his blankets.
Net morning. Saturday. we went to con-