The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-11-02

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we had fried yellow perch, string
beans with butter sauce, boiled new
potatoes, cucumber salad, and fresh
| blackberries and gingerbread for
dessert. Stanley caught the fish,
every blessed vegetable came out of
our garden, we gathered the berries
| from a nearby patch, and of course
| I made the gingerbread. Further
more, the centre of the table was
graced with a bowl of sweet peas and
| mignonette which grew in our flower
garden. Don't you think that's go
ing some for amateur farmers?''
| This followed on Aug. &c: We are
la1l well and thriving, and are more
IN love than ever with the beauties
and delights Of this promised land.
Our musk and watermelon vines are
| full of luscious looking fruit; our
gourd and morning glory vines are.
elimbin all over the front and sides
iof the gal levg5 the fields and naea-.
doWs aronnss5us are yellow with geld
en- rod and ripening grain. and the
faint suggestion OF Indian summer
!, lies everywhere you turn.
We have put up blackberry pre-
serves and apple Jelly from fruit that
we gathered just a short distance
from the bungalow, and we expect
mer is over. We had fried bass for
breakfast this morning which Stanley
caught, and only imagine, our okra,
which is practically unknown up here
and which we had grave doubts
about, is beginning to bear generous
" and we are going to dry out the
pods for winter use.
On October the termination of
the summer sojourn was regretfully
Fforecasted, as follows &. vent to
New York city last Friday in search
of a flat, and was able to secure a
small but desirable apartment in the 1
Immediate neighborhood of our last
flat. We are to move back to town
the middle Of next week. Our new
apartment Is on the ground floor at ]
800 East 17srd street and fronts on
Jrotona Park, giving us good air and
a fine outlook. The rooms are
smaller thanI would wish, but sup
pose any apartment rooms would look
small after the big fine ones we have
enjoyed here all summer. It is like
tearing out my heart-strings to go
away from this beautiful spot, and
the weather. has never been more
goIdenly perfect than it is now. We
Keep very comfortable with an open
ire going, but it will soon be too
cold to live away from steam heat.
The final installment of the de-
script1ve paragraphs was written Oc-
lober Z: I'VE are starting to pack
and my heart is slowly breaking into
little pieces. ! am afraid this sum-
lner has spoiled me hopelessly and
chat can never be wholly content
I'd in a flat again. / know / shall |
pc enormously comfortable when the
icy winds do blow and the little old
LEAN heat is radiating within, but
oh, how shall miss the sublime dis
tances Of this beautiful open country,
and my glorious outlook of wooded I
nils and sloplng meadows and spark
ing blue waters. And / leave my
flowers at the height of their brilliantl
beauty; my nasturtiums are flooding
The garden with autumnal tones OF
and mellow brown, and my
lignified stocks are sending up
spikes of spicy blossoms that seem
o hold all the sweetness of sweet
summer in their fragrance. Now, in
Iced, is the winter of my discontent!''
Accompanying several of Mrs
Arthur's letters were photographs
AIKEN by Mr.. Arthur, who is an ex-
,ert with the camera, showing some
II the brag products of the garden,
lmong themSa big watermelon and a
bigger pumpkin. Astride The latter
S Master Stanley G. Arthur, Jr., and
he boy and the vegetable justify the
ond mothers apt title, Some pump
dns." Little Stanley is in his fourth
ear, and his brother, Linden Bentley
Arthur, is a brfght-eyed kiddie Of
fifteen months. They are as likely a
air Of youngsters as anyone would )
are to see, and there's no real dan i
er of their mother reiapsing into /
ae1ancholia On account Of the return | t
0 flat life when she has such Jewels i
0 brighten the habitation. III