Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1908-07-02
We're Coming Home.
G. R. Russom Saw San Antonio and
Graphically Describes it and
the Journey Home.
10 p. NJ, March IS.

turn trip has been pleasantly spent
with our travelling associates, for
this has been about the only day
time we have had on this trip
that we could call our own in
social visit and not be completely
absorbed in taking glimpses and
gathering sketches for our little
story. And we surely have en-
joyed this little rest aud tried to
do our part in making the home
coming of our trip to San An
tonia both agreeable and pleasant
to one and all. AS we look out
of our car window we see the
great electric lights glimmering
in the distance, telling us we will
soon be again in the beautiful
city of San Antonio, where we
must say farwell to these dear
frlends-our travelling associates
who have been such agreeable
companions in friendly fellow
ship, that it brings feeling of
sadness to our very being as we
realize that the consequences of
life are such that perhaps we will
never meet again under the can
opy of southern sky, the same
little company that we are to-
night, and these thoughts come
to us:
Some may cross the western mountains,
Some may seek the sunny dell,
Some may lie beside the fountains
Ere we shall meet to say farewell
The kindness we will not forget
From each and all we did receive;
And still dear friends, I'm glad we met
But to part so soon makes me grieve,
The whistle has blown and our
good, faithful engineer, with his
throbbing, pulsating, wonderful
piece of mechanism, is now de-
livering us safely into the shade
and shadow of the fine depot Of
the M. p, K. r., where we had
been one week before, and behold,
here stands that same lightning
Katy Flyer ready and waiting to
take the car Lura back to its
round trip destination, viz: Par
sons, Kansas, in the shortest pos
sible time, and we are compelled
hurriedly to say goodby to these
dear friends and the car Lura
and grab one satchel to take with
us, sending the rest of our treas
ured mementoes and possessions
on with the car in care of Mr.. J.
M. Turner and Mrs. S. e. Bar
ringer, to be gathered up when
we return few days later. And
l must say l never did receive a
more warm friendly handshake at
parting than l did from these
good people have been telling
and talking so much about.
And now l must leave them and
go into this large, historical city
alone, among strangers, to gather,
if possible, some history and
items of interest that will give to
others and myself in after years,
in life's reflective moments, when
listening ears will catch some
whispering thought from this
little message | have written,
that will tell to the world that
the writer has broader and
deeper and a more profound re-
spect for his fellow man since
having made this trip to the love-
ly southland country, more
abiding reverence and sense of
duty and consciousness of deep
er gratitude of love to the great
Father of life and Ruler of
heaven and earth, for His noble
works made visible to us, as seen
in the great book of nature.
And with solemn meditation and
deep reverential awe we lift our
thoughts in praise and gratitude
to the Great Heavenly Father for
having been permitted to behold,
in the ripening years of life's
journey, some of the magnificent
grandeur and wonderful beauty
in the mighty realm of the uni
verse and this earthly sanctuary
where His created beings are
building structures that must
stand the test of time and give
a clean, untarnished record when
the Great Loving Father shall
come to make up His jewels for
the beautiful home of the soul.
We have said farewell to these
good people; have watched the
engineer on that mighty engine
of the Katy Flyer give the part
ing signal; seen those monster
wheels respond to the magic
touch of the skilled hand on the
throttle as directed nv the great