The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1910-12-17

and they changed from white to blue
and back to silver white. A half CEN
fury ago my father had fished in that
lake. The peace Of the New England
woods and hills was upon me and 1
knew 1t was true that a dreamer lives
forever while toiler dies in day
Well, l tore away from the majestic
beauty of it all some way and went
back to Rutland and babe my jolly
| old uncle there goodbye and took
late night train for Albany. All of a
sudden my mind reverted back to the
realities of life. I realized with a
| one and had a long ways yet to go.
After severe mental effort I recalled
that meeting place at the hour of mid
night. Well, here was 1 in the n. Y.
Central station at 11:46 p. m. Sun
day. Where was Gibbs? At 1859 to
with his English face and English
gripsack. I was sure glad to see him,
and after We had congratulated our
selves on our punctuality we made a
dive for the midnight express for Bcs-
ton.
On Historic Bunker Hill.
Monday, Sept. 12.-The porter had
a hard time rousing Gibbs and me up
| this morning when the train pulled
into the east side depot of the Hub
| city. We had missed the Berkshire
| hills and several other things, among
| them the sunrise which is said to be
very beautiful in the hills at that time
| Of year. 1 do not wish to brag or in
| dulge in vain boasting, but truth COM
pels me to say that Gibbs and I broke
| all records in Boston. We arrived at
o'clock a. m. Had breakfast at
| Baltimore lunch house. We are both
| expert walters by this time. Took the
subway to Charleston and went and
| stood by the monument on old Bunk er
Hill. was quite moved by the atmos-
| phere of that historic spot and tried
| to tell Gibbs about the farmers who
won immortal fame there. He was
more interested in the height of the
| monument and the cost of transporta-
ton to the top. The elevator man
wanted rs cents and Gibbs lacked the
patriotism to pay the price. We tried
in vain to imagine the scene of that
early morning resistance to the Brit
ish regiments but civilization had
/ blotted out all resemblance of the
past. The bay was hidden from sight
by buildings and everything was pro-
sale and commonplace. Charleston
looks about like North Topeka except
that it has a big United States navy
yard. We visited the yard and saw
the jackies at morning drill, and went
| aboard a battleship and got into a
heated argument regarding the rank
of a grabbed looking old man loaded
down with uniforms and handicapped
by a bad leg and chin whiskers. Gibbs
held that he was an admiral and I
captain. The argument was never
settled, but bobbed up at intervals
through the rest of the trip. We hur-
ried back to Boston and visited the
famous common and walked up Bea-
con street. On our way to the post
office we got lost on Milk street which
| is as crooked as any cowpath in Kan
sas. Gibbs was mortified over the in
cident, but I was delighted and did
not try to hide my feelings. Gibbs
gets around so we'll in a strange town
and prides himself so much on his
| Judgment of distance and direction
and other mathematical observations.
! Boston had him going south, though,
as long as he staid there. The streets
jog and twist and change front like q
dancer at a Kirmess. Well, we went
! to the depot at noon to get our tickets
validated for the second lap of the
journey, and while there Gibbs dis
covered Otis a way he has) that we
could go to Newport on a 1890 train
and catch our boat for New York
| there at 9 o'clock in the evening. We
millionaires' resort. We left the
depot on the run for restaurant to
| get dinner. Three blocks to res
aturant. Bolted lunch, dashed for
hotel to get grips, made another run
for depot; had to travel two blocks
/ across the trainshed and came up to
| the Newport train just pulling out.
! Gibbs climbed onto first step of rear
| coach and got hung there. Train still
moving and picking up speed by the
way. had heavy suitcase in my
hand. Desperate cases require desper-
| ate remedies, so I threw the suit case
| against that portion of Gibbs that was
nearest to me and he gave way like
| the Austrian spearmen before Arnold
Won Winkelreidd and I got aboard by
an eyelash. Gibbs was sore. I APP
! pea1ed to his better nature. but it was
/ not there. I reminded him of our
| T.,
but he would not be pacified. I called
on the gods to witness that my dinner
/ was still in my throat and that I felt
/ a spell of sickness coming on as a
result of his sudden rush for New
| port He cheered up bit at this in
| teIligence but soon relapsed into a
crouch. Then 1 reminded him of the
fact that he had never missed train
| in his life and that he ought to be
! thankful for this hairs breadth mar
gin in his favor, and he smiled again.
/ Reached Newport at 2:30 and Gibbs
snorted with disgust at the appear
| ance of the little old depot and the
| streets and buildings of a little old
| one-horse dirty town. He had expect
| ed marble walks and palaces from the
railroad tracks to the milky way. We
| took a trolley car for the beach, Gibbs
grumbline all the time about how he
| had been bejazened and duped by the
place. The beach also got on Gibbs
| nerves, the bathing houses and piers
and dressing rooms were built of wood
! and looked common; Gibbs was ex-
| pecting to see the golden gates and
/ pearl streets of the New Jerusalem.
But the ocean helped some. It was
our first view of the sea, and We for
i got all about the petty troubles of
mankind while we stood there in the
face of the wind and watched the
waves break on the yellow beach.
| They were to me a moving picture of
| all the sadness and hope, the barrier
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