The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1919-10-18
IMPRESSIONS
SEEKING THE CURE

h Silver State is pleased to pre-
sent the first of what will probably
be a series of letters from a Reno
divorce" just arrived, in which the
writer. a young French woman, will
endeavor to tell of her experiences
and Impressions of Reno life while
undergoing "the cure" The some
what foreign" accent Of the letters
will, 1t is believed. merely lend a
piquancy to their charm. One thing
is sure, they will be an honest ex-
preston of how things of Reno and
Nevada appear to the writer. Here
is the first letter:
1t is only a few weeks since l left
our once so precious. artificial old
New York; left behind all my dear
ones, friends and acq~uaintances, to
start on an adventure for the West,
rough, ready country, yet personally
unknown to me. / wander in mag
nation from hearing say and what
have read in illustrated books.
Well, as I wanted to say, ITO begin
an entire new life; in other words
to turn a new leaf; to forget and
forgive the past.
My faith carried me to Reno on an
important matter, namely. to seek
residence for succeeding in getting
a divorce; as my three months of
marriage was the most unhappy time
of my whole life. Therefore l de-
cided to put all my energy and am
bition together to succeed in earning
sufficient money to carry me to my
destination.
a little of my past beautiful journey,
which is yet so fresh in my memory.
AS / was an absolute stranger, full
of imagination, travelling through the
greater part of Southern Europe,
especially Switzerland. l must con
fess that some of the cener which
passed was far more picturesque
and beautiful than what I observed
in Europe.
The greatest or deepest impression
was made by the most richly cult
waited pieces of land among the hot,
sandy desert and high rocky noun
tains which looked so proud, hard
and unsympathetic down upon the
passersby. 1t certainly was an inter
esting sight and / had the impression
of spirits of long-ago Indians still
hunting and keeping watch over their
once so precious, u~ncultivated. secret
full, bar mountains.
Believe me, a certain pious, happy,
thankful feeling arose within me, to
think that l had the opportunity to
see this gorgeous. wonderful, natural
architectury of rock, as well as art,
which we children dreamed of so
much IN our childhood days. If / had
the talent of being an artist in paint
ing, oh, what a beautiful gathering of
all shades of color I would turn into
pictures; especially those wonderful
sunsets, which I missed since l left
my dear homestead near the Swiss
Alps.
l also want to draw your attention
to the most natural-living people /
passed during my journey, housing
among these terrible, bare, empty
mountains, which I only observed
with my naked eye-far away from
big towns. absolutely isolated from
human beings for weeks at a time.
The only moving things they really
see are ~passing-by trains, and I be-
gan to feel sorry for them; but then
| realized that those children of a.
ture do not need any outer-worId or
artificial things to amuse them. Ma
ture itself gives them a change of
different pictures every day; and
those people understand Nature, live
with Nature, and consequently do
not need to feel lonesome. l hardly
think we could adapt ourselves to
their way of living.
Let me now lead the way into the
beloved place, Reno. Arrived here at
1880 am, although our train was
due at $3.50 am; but it is. as I see
now, a seldom occurrence for the
train to be punctual.
Well, believe me, when I saw Reno
in its early morning hours my illu-
sions and imagination vanished. and
with them my plans, as I found the
place so small in size. surrounded
only by high and higher mountains.
As / was all alone, knew none in
town, no direction, absolutely DESC
Il late-wel1 I must confasa hnmesick-