Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1909-01-27
LETTER FROM KENTUCKY. & E 'll.
Miss Mamie Lake Writes In
terestingly of Her Trip to
S Kentucky.

% Kentucky.
/ was asked by my friend, Mrs. G..
E. May, to write a letter from Ken
lucky back to Edgefeld, so you see
bright Marie Sheppard May is the
cause of my inficting this article
upon the Edgefeld that has always
stood by me, and helped me out in
many trying ordeal. Well, / left
Augusta at 1880 p. m. on 18th of
January after spending afternoon
with my friend, Mrs. B. G. Wright
nher pretty home on Telfair, in a
stones throw of union depot. Lu-
cia, little Florence and Mr.. Wright
said goodbye and / entered the car
on the Georgia road, tucked my
long tan coat under my head and
slept by snatches through the night.
/ arrived in Atlanta as dawn was
stealing over the earth. The car
reused up, adjusted itself, and |
found transfer buss to terminal.
IWaited at that splendid building
to nearly s O'Clock, passing through
the dense throng by guards and
railroad officials, reached the far
thest iron gate, showed my ticket,
went through this immense iron
structure with numerous tracks and
long lines ofcars. The porter placed
me at my train just in time. The
Southern backed out, bells changing
goodbye to dear old Atlanta of
happy memories. 1 was specially
anxious to see all of this long route
from Atlanta to the Blue Grass,
but Shakespeare or some minor wri-
ter, possibly Mother Goose, says,
mo rose without thorn" My
eyelids began to grow heavy, my
temples to throb; and the dread sea
sickness came on. OH dear! the Lake
family has not been a monied peo-
pie, but we are richly endowed with
nervous headaches, which ATTACK
me at convenient seasons. In the
fag end of the race, late an orange
which did no good. In spite of all,
with my deathless viii I braced up
and stared through the car window.
"a lady on the opposite. seat, gong
on to Cincinnati, was also deadly
sick, we, nautually ly sympa pathized;
Nv hen she would go to- bathe
her telnpl in. ice water would
take care of her two year old baby:
and she would say sweet things to
me. Human sympathy is God-like.
The scenery became wild and
broken as we passed through Rome.
On every side the unbroken stretch
Of foot hills, or mountain spurs. |
thought of the Gwa1tneys and won
dered which steeple marked Shorter
College. Well / almost knew by in
stinct when / reached the Tennes-
see line; it was so marked. A dense
growth of scrub oak, short leafed
pine. and these never ending foot
hills. begged the porter to tell
me when we slowed up to Chatta-
nooga SO he came to me saying here
is sLookout Mountain now. A brawny
Tennesseean, in slouch hat and
gray jeans, also gave me poke.
'Eere lady is old Lookout, amt she
some" She certainly was to me,
this famous Lookout Mountain of
song and story, and pencil and
brush, partly seen through the gray
blue clouds. did wish for, Hettie
Sheppard. She is also daft on the
mountains. / emptied MY purse for
post cards Of views around Lookout,
brought in by the magazine boy,
crossed Tennessee river on exten,
sion, and now you struck ii.
l reached old Kentucky at last
and everything broadened and
widened and looked brawny and
rugged in this home of Daniel
Boone. 1 had left, Edgefeld, the
golden, and Augusta with roses:
violets, Rcman hyacinths in full
bloom, but the. sleet was now beat
ing against the car window, snow
was falling in great fakes and night
came, on apace. / am glad it was
quite dark and / did not know
when we crossed the high bridge
over Kentucky river. This bridge is
very dangerous looking. Objects be
low are indistinct and some think
the way across the bridge is haz
ardous, but we reached terr. firma
How often through life do we
pass over dangerous ways, moi
knowing, but the Master tides us
over.
/ reached Lexington in the mids
Of an arctic snow storm. The LITTLE
city missionary, all bundled il
wraps. like Laplander, met mt
with her smiling face and | left th'
hot close cars, with my bursting head
We took a street car and rolled Owe
to 100 High street. The little cit.
missionary has a tasteful suite o
rooms, heated by gas stove. | coult
not aat any of the dainty supper