The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1907-09-28
Salt Laker Abroad.

| IN SOclal anu educational circles, who
will spend the next year in the old
world with her interesting twin bows:
July 81, 1907.
! Log book.
The wonderful Sky line of Manhattan
! isle, the fluttering handkerchiefs on
the pier, the widening strip of yellow
water between us and the dock. the
| solemn chords of There's no place like
home" from the orchestra, and then an
obsequiOus German waiter with an up-
turned yellow mustache bearing a tray
of bOuillon cups and an array of sand
witches. The medley of impressions end
ed in debate as to whether it should
be cheese or sardines or ham or tongue
or merely a prudential soda cracker.
Dear Mrs. Plummer had come up
| from down Jersey to say good-by. 1t
was good to see her looking so much
better in health and so radiant with af-
lection and good wishes. She had a
basket of fruit and some books. the
fruit selected with view to it's being
more acceptable later in the voyage
when food would have more charms.
A few minutes before we sailed Phil
ran up the gangway, hot and hurried,
glad to see US, bringing apologies from
my Wife and candy for the boys and
ana see
them on the way home He was cor
dial and loving, good-looking as ever.
and full of inquiries about Lambert
and his family and the folks in Ken
lucky. To go back a bit The first
minute we came aboard we made a
dive for our cabins-I nearly said
"staterooms" see if there was any
mail. Was there any? My narrow lit
tie pigeonho1e was full of boxes and
baskets-but the mail. There were pa
pers and packages, and hidden in a
sort of secretary, when | was in a ter
ror for fear the letters had not come.
| found great pile of envelopes There
were four kilograms, which I tore open
at once-your most reaSSuring and
comforting one; another from Coz Will
liam Kelley, one from Clip and one for
Nell from Mr.. Orr. Hugging my let
ters l went back on deck to talk to
Mrs. Plummer, and not until we were
out in the harbOr did | have a minute
to run through the dear yellow Herald
envelopes, and then write Il line to you
and one to sister, to go back with the
pilot. We were barely in time. too.
Then Nell insisted that before we were
too sick we must get out warm things
arrange cabins, etc. She had bribed
the steward to exchange our 500 inside
cabins for 500 outside ones, with the
use of an extra one for baggage
The boxes of flowers came next. 1t
was so dear of Lambert Then came
yours full of roses and sweet peas and
a lovely big bunch of lilies of the VAL
ley-the ones 1 love best. (Spikel Asa's
box had gorgeous American beauties
and sweet peas, and all of them were
as beautiful as could be. We turned
them over to the steward, and the whole
dining ROOM as well as our special ia
BILE, is still gay with them The basket
of fruit from the Kelleys was as beau
tiful a thing of the kind as l ever saw
grapes, peaches, plums. oranges.
pears and here and there the ends of
tiny boxes of candy, peppermint
creams, lime drops. fruit tablets. Be-
fore we had finished our "puttering''
the bugle had sounded the call for
luncheon, and the twins, wide-eyed and
eager, almost breathless with excite
ment were clamoring for food. 1 was
a little timorOus myself on the food
proposition, but the twins plunged
gaily into the bill of fare from soup to
fruit. TkTTesult? The NAL de mer!
know you want to know that. Hear
me speak softly under the stars cat 5
p. IN. Sunday we are all still well, in
spite of the gustatory gymnastics of
the twins, who continue to go gaily
from soup to nuts. dallying and expe-
rimenting all down the line). The din
ing room is gorgeous in a sedate Ger
man fashion-the walters are lovely
creatures, and the first officer is a
thing of beauty. Seriously, l like the
German servants from deck steward
to the maids below-they are so smil-
ing and so willing
Not until uo11 int tho
could l open the letters. There were
thirtyfive of them! Did anybody have
such dear, dear friends? The most of
them were from good old Salt Lake. of
course, but there were some from Hen
derson and Louisville, and Evansville,
and even Mrs. Ripley in st. Louis had
sent line, and Mr.. Moore from Earl
ington, and Cousin Margaret from Oco-
nomoWec-a half dozen or more were
from my girls-how so many people
knew how to reach us | can't imagine.
I'm going to read them all over again
as the days go by. Wish [ could quote
a line from this one and that to you
Mr.. Bailey's bon mot was that there is
no 300-mile limit to the real wireless
the kind, sure enough friends have,
Mrs Beatty's sweet message, and Mrs.
Bailey's and Mrs. Pearsalrs reminis-
ence of Williams sticky good-by kiss,
and dear Grace's word, Miss Johnson's
little deck steward and memory of the
Azores-but l can't mention all of
them.
When L had gone through the letters
the o'clock lemonade and curious lit
tie German cookies were served, and
then l lay back in my chair and gloat-
ed-my heart, warmed by the express
sions of affection and so tender with
thought of dear ones, and with graft
tude for the good things that have
come to me-the sea was sapphire
same old sapphire-same old wide hori-
zon-a few travelling mountains of the
sky cross the blue, and peace. quiet
inetfable, bask in it, 1 gloat over it
don't even want to walk on the clean
white deck or meet the people, though
some of them look nice. and glory be
there are only a few of them.
1t is SO still l don't see how ANYBODY
can be sick, but l suppose we shall all
have a taste before the twelve or four
teen days are over. In the meantime
let us gloat. Nell says this is the ninth
steamer she has known, and it is much
the steadiest.
This has really been written on the
second day out-Sunday-and now,
Monday a. m, must finish the entry.
About p. m. Sunday, George grew
more and more glassy-eyed and
grouchy, and finally went below. Will
liam was lonesome, not sick. and fol-
lowed, and the two had fight in their
cabin-then George went to sleep. luck
i1V T went IN COO b;,,, g. - -