Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-11-10

and 40 degrees Is Il moderate incline Tor
the buggy. At some places where one
side will have wheels in rut or gully
foot deep the other humping over
rocks We ladies preferred walking to
clutching like the death grip and holding
our breath for a long stretch.
The woods were beautiful, sumack
and a lavender berry gave gorgeous
touch of beauty to chestnut, maple and
oak leaves in autumn's striking livery.
The haze of Indian summer kept us from
seeing the valley as clearly as usual,
and Florence. twelve miles away, was
blur. But the atmosphere was as
balmy as a spring day and long before
we reached LAGRANGE we had piled our
coats in the buggies and trudged merri-
Nv along in summer costumes, and we
decided that Hood should have had one
of these glorious days to memorabilia
instead OF the one in his mind when he
wrote
mo sumo moon
No morn-no noon
No dawn-no dusk-no proper kind of
day
No slIy-no view
mo warmth, no cheerfulness. no
healthful ease,
No shade, no sun, no butterflies, no
bees.
No fruits, no flowers. no leaves, no
birds,
November"
Every inch of the way was enjoyed;
the bracing air, the chalybeate water
tnat trickled out of a ledge that was
overhung with a veritable roof of stone
higher than the tallest could reach and
the three historic houses accidentally
spared 90 by the ruthless torches of
the invaders of those early sixties led
us step by step to the OLD church.
Then we decided to so TO College
spring and eat dinner. On the ground,
so close to the spring that Mr.. Kicks
could fill our glasses with all the water
we wanted. we spread our repast. And
do wish that 1 could hand around
some of the good things. AS usual we
had our. specialties, some taking one
thing, some another. This time my part
was mostly sandwiches. mixed pea
nut butter and apple jelly and used
that for the crackers. Then there were
lots of them made out of pimento,
cream cheese and mayonaise spread on
l!ghtbread. Eva made some delicious
croquetes of sweet potatoes, and for
Mr.. Kicks special benefit L made a big
marshmallow pudding.
wouldn't some hungry man be glad
to come along now?" said the Tender
hearted One.
81 wouldn't see him." said the Teas
ing One.
There are already nine hungry men
and women said the Literal One. And
after asking Gods blessing, and thank
ing Him for the mercies of the day,
we turned our attention to the good
things spread before us.
We ate leisurely and laughed anC
talked to our hearts content. The
fragments, OF in reality, the untouched
surplus. we divided, as is our habit
none of us taking home a thing. We
made Mrs. Alsobrook's generous portion
of delicious layer cake. Miss Lillian'S
white loaf cake and Miss Byrdies pine
apple sandwich take the places in ouI
basket that / had filled with pudding
and other things, while those things
went into their baskets.
After dinner we visited the old ceme-
terry. The cleaning headstones and
stately monuments whose marble came
straight from Italy in those early years
before the treasures of the south had
been unearthed. bore dates bordering on
q hundred years ago. And as usual
there was romance and tragedy mingled
with pathos in some of the stories One
was of youthful couple who were rest
ing there after just such an outing as
ours. The bride said, 'I'd like to be
buried right here when my time comes,
and in little while to that happy cou-
pie came the call for separation, the
husband remembered the laughing re-
mark of a hppy girl and took her frail
body to the consecrated spot and en-
trusted it to Mother Earth"
1t was a slippery climb up TO the old
cemetery, acorns, chestnuts and what
the others call winter huckleberries
making a liberal feast for the wild crea-
lures, and the leaves forming a carpet
under our feet. All too soon we had to
remember that there are duties at home
that cannot be shirked without the
dumb creatures suffering, so homeward
we turned our faces. Down the steep
places the pedestrians trudged and the
drivers carefully guided impatient
teams and at the parting of our ways
we decided to try to get one more out
ing before winter locks us in. Can't you
join us?
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE o. THOMAS.
Tuscumbia, Ala.