Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1907-10-11

seems to enter, there being nothing
to attract the 1ashy element. On
the contrary, highbred distinction
seems to characterize the place, and
it is neither impressed by the pres
ence or depressed by the absence of
the Smart set"
a woman at the north once wrote
to friend at the Warm Springs that
she was not able to join her there,
and gave as one reason that she had
not been able to provide summer
wardrobe that season The friend
at the Warm Springs responded, say
ing: Here one needs no new ward
robe nor any large bank account, but
one does require family tree; so
if you have ancestors, bring them, as
here every one is the granddaughter
of a dead president, or, at least. of
Patrick Henry"
The wonderful thermal baths here
are presided over by two most typ
ical and interesting colored people,
and these hot pools are so feet in
diameter and the water has temper
has been at the mems lighthouses for
these many years, is a great authority
upon gout and rheumatism, great
believer in the occult and the un-
seen, in omens, and conjuring, and is
regarded with deep respect by his
own kind as a reliable and dependable
interpreter of dreams. Fanny Shep-
ard, whose term of service at the
women's bathhouse has been as long
as Jackson's, is as picturesque and
interesting character as is he.
She was indignant because the ho'
| tel official who personally conduct.
ed" President Mckinley to see "her
pool" had not only not officially pre-.
sented her to him, but had not even
told her who he was. She COM
planned to me that when he come
from the mems pool that l seen Jack
son a-bowin' and a-congeerin' to him."
but that had not enlightened her
She said further: "The president
would have been interested in me II
any one had told him that / have
son who is a missionary in Africa,
and who is fellow of the Royal Geo
graphical society, of London, and who
had dined with Queen Victoria at her
own table at Windsor CASTLE
All of which l knew to be true. be-
cause l knew this son, William Shep-
ard. and during my early years at
the Warm Springs he was one of
the walters in the dining-room and at
the same time Baptist preacher,
but he felt called upon to go into
the missionary field and he went to
Africa. There 1t was soon manifest
that he could exercise great influence
over some of the most savage Of the
African tribes. He is one of those
who has penetrated the farthest into
some of these African wildernesses.
He was invited to London by the
Royal Geographical society. which
made him one of its members, and he
was invited by Queen Victoria. and
did dine with her at her own table
in Windsor castle.
The whole of my account of this
part of the world, however. must not
be accorded to human nature alone.
The grand and beautiful scenery must
be spoken of to those who have not
had the good fortune to see for them
selves.
Nothing in nature can be as beau
tiful as to see the spring come up in
the Warm Springs valley, The whole
face of the level country is white with
the bloom of the locust and the dog
wood and of the fruit blossoms. es-
pecially the apple, for which that re-
gion of the country is celebrated.
Then there is a native thorn, which
when in full bloom, looks as IL snow
had fallen upon it, and in passing any
cottage or farmhouse the atmosphere
is heavy with the fragrance of H.
lacs and lilies of the valley, while the
fields are heavenly blue with myriads
of waving Roman hyacinths.
No pen can adequately describe the
mountain sides at this season. They
are literally ablaze with laurel, rhod-
odendron and the wild mountain aza-
lea in pink. orange and pale yellow.
In all seasons of the year nature is
at her best here but the beauty, charm
and enchantment of the spring are be-
yond anything / have seen in the
world elsewhere. Upon a clear. exqui-
site day these lines insensibly glide
into the mind:
'Blue isles of heaven laugh between
And far in forest depths unseen,
The topmost elm trees gather green
From draughts of balmy air."
The chlld's Skin.