Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-02-27
AROUND THE CITY
BY MAMIE LANCASTER.

stance doubtless the cieanest-~oh. yot
dear hot.water mountain. how l WISH
/ could have brought you along.
state Of Washington seems TO 10
| flied with oil stoves and homesicf
women--giant trees and raw shinglet
| cabins that smell of sap. the mct
| chop trees all day and burn tht
| stumps at night. 1t il too silent. ~
stupendous for the women. More END
less miles OF big trees. cabins ant
green silence-~always the primeva
green of forests know now why
herders go insane
| Happy exception: There's a happH
young thing In a blueprint frock with
| baby in her arms, ana beside her
leather.hrown man waving AT the
train. There are bits of white cur
tainS at the window and door. ami a
giant stump serving for supper table
has for centerpieCe a bottle holding I,
fern. There Ia twilight and honest
love---oh. youngsters. take the woru
of homeless woman. there Is no
place like home.
Canada in sight l was right about
that chip. The small woman wants tn
resent the English flag. Call her chip
Patriotism.
Get out to salute the Union Jack,
my protector for the next four days.
Sure Wasn't I British before Amer
lea got on the map?
Mount Stephen: Here overnight.
Silver mine 1000 feet up stephens
rock sides.
Adopted by weather beaten mans
party They are Pa and Ma and
Eunice and Eldorado Pa has grubbed
his millions out of mines. and shows
for the work it cost him, poor dear.
Ma is taking the family to Europe for
a duke or two---Eldorado can afford TO
ridicule Mas ambition. being engaged
to young doctor at Tono-
pah. Eunice seems receptive. Dukes
for one. You have to like these PEG
pie. they are so frankly glad TO be
rich.
Stop over at Banff: Went to won.
der place-Indian guide. Am afraid
of cigar store Indians, but had to join
the party Proprietor says guide used
to be on the warpath and owned a
waistline of scalps-sold them to tour
lists. Never harmed wn-haired peo-
ple-cause why. Indians sick wife
was saved by a missioner priest who
had brown hair.
Small woman took flight of fancy
and wished she was an eagle. so that
she could build an eyrie on the noun
tain top. I'd Father be the mountain.
Thousands Of cattle on ranch: All
browsing or wallowing in the grass,
wading in stream or lowing at calves
on other side of the wires. One big,
black fellow. penned near the track.
wears board on it's horns that says
Danger. Vicious" Who made him
vicious? He has no soul, therefore
there is no devil to tempt him to be
pad. Having no future, it doesn' t
seem fair that he should have to be
set apart and deprived of the comforts
of his only life-no theology, old dear.
stopped off for the night, SO that
Ma could chaperon Pa up to Bow
Falls. which meant a climb, a ride on
a burro and a long pull by water.
The old chap knows beautiful things
about mountains and deserts. You
forget his stopped shoulders and the
poor mutilated .hand that was crushed
by a falling bowlder. You listen to the
wise things and the glance of his
eyes-like a glimpse at an immortal
soul. Ma is all right, too. / am al
ways grateful to people who like me.
though [ can't say. much fer their
taste. Engraving man does wonder
things on snowshoes, and let's me try
them. There's something heroic about
the fall of Eve. but me? tumble to
my neck In a drift with more snow
showering me like a wedding cake.
Never again, not me. And all the
time 1t is hot August with my vaca-
ton SO far gone that there will be time
only to report at headquarters as soon
as the cars can take me home.