The Colorado statesman., 1907-10-12

ter, can soon aettle the whole diff
Guilty.
She placed her arms akimbo, cast
a baleful and rebuking eye upon me,
and replied: Sister in de Lord,
honey and de First Baptist church,
colored."
She f1outei the idea of their being
OF the same family or blood.
AT the sweet little old Warm
Springs hotel near by, presid ed over
by two sisters, high-born, high-bred
carolina gentlewomen, one meets all
the true aristocracy of the southern
states, and there the rude world never
seems to enter, there being nothing
TO attract the flashy element. On
the contrary. a high-bred distinction
seems to characterize the place, and
1t 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 a family tree so
II 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
ature of 9S degrees. Jackson, who
has been at the mems bathhouses for
these many years, is great authority
upon gout and rheumatism, a great
believer in the occult and the un-
seen, in omens, and conjuring, and is
own kind as 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 a 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 If
any one had told him that 1 have a
son who is a missionary in Africa,
and who is a 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 I knew this son, William Shep-
ard, and during my early years at
the Warm Springs he was one of
1.-The same time a 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-