The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-02-22

hills in December and I'll get to queer. little old farmhouse, where I'll lay me down and-REST.'
 "Then you don't believe in the violet ray cure" I suggested, that is now so fashionable? 1solating yourself in a green papered room, Sleeping to music box accompaniment, and with scented pill lows underneath your head and eating three meals day-one especial viand served at each meal--that's not your idea of rest?"
 II do too much of that sort of thing at home," said the Beautiful Lady. I've found a place where I can get up with the farm hand people early in the morn ing where can put on my heavy boots and short disreputable skirt and heavy walking shoes and start out and stay out of doors all day long. You've seen those Autographed calendars showing a girl In a boat. It's an advertisement for sport ing goods, I believe--rifies and things to shoot with. Well, I don't like to see things killed, little birds and rabbits and squirrels and helpless things, but don't mind being the girl in the boat and go- ing along and letting the men kill what they want to. l can sit in the boat and trail my hands in the water and watch the blue of the sky and breathe the good, fresh, pure air into my lungs and
 be happy!'
 "A delicious picture of the Simple Life, the Butterfly on the Wheel" l suggested. "Salt air is to me the most revivifying thing in the world" said the Beautiful Lady. '"rraipsing through the woods
 getting next to the ground, as it were .s,l,, Ia Iyt,.. .t. .1
 wish. The air at tho beginning of the
 Spring season is better than all the ton ics they do up in drug store bottles. It
 brings back a jaded appetite: 1t puts
 roses in your cheeks, and as for sleep ing, why. you simply cant get enough. After a long tramp in the woods all day.
 1 can eat everything except the kitchen table and digest It,. too. 1 never sleep during the afternoon. I take @ few little cat maps, but that's all''
 Don't you long for letters and tile daily pagers and all that sort of thing?' l asked, curiously.
 | ''I won't be far enough away from civ ilization to be deprived of those commodi- ] ties, said the Beautiful Lady. "You see, | l do this every year and l know just what to expect. It isn't like going to a | place you don't know.
 "The farmer people all around the vil-
  and they come to see me, and there are
 oodles of little pink checked, rosy Tipped | kiddies who are my pets down there, and
 I have the time of my life, taking them
 presents and distributing them. It's like | playing Santa Claus all over again.
 wish you might those kiddies. They 1 call me That Nice Lady from Birming- | ham, Oh, we have a great time to-
 gether. At the end of my two weeks | holiday 1 come home, ruddy checked, brown as a berry, with an appetite like | a whale and no nerves whatever. I'm | ready then for another year of any old | kind of fun and excitement-for my household duties, for my children, for my
 sewing and my alarming and ripping and
 mending. I'm rejuvenated, made all | overl" 1 I was about to say something about the | beautiful Lady's plan of rest during Lent
 when she interrupted me quickly, saying
 And the beauty Of it all is that where | go you can stay two weeks for just | half what it costs you to stay one day
 at Palm Beach or St. Augustine, or any- where else down the American Riviera" "