DEMOCRATIC CHARM OF
PRESIDENT’S DAUGHTER
*
ALICE—of course there's only one .
Alice in the world, you know— j
doffs her imperial coronet, and all her I
spiritual regalia of crown princess. !
every Tuesday afternoon, “and acts as
common as any other congressman's j
wife." This last phrase is a quotation
from a cheerful country rubberer in a
purple satin basque who figured large-1
ly upon the scene at Mrs. Longworth's '
latest free at home.
One meets less of the madding !
crowd at the Tuesday reception of the *
president's daughter than at many an !
obscurer place. Tne professional call- !
er, one who never misses a free tea, i
taking them each one, every day in
alphabetical order—there are a lot of |
women in Washington like that— j
enters the Longworth home, a bit dep- j
recating perhaps. The place where-'
on she treads is almost holy ground in
her awed eyes.
The Longworth reception rooms are
on the second floor of the musty old
mansion on Eighteenth street, that
Representative james e.
WATSOX, of Indiana, Republican
‘whip” of the house, will go down in
to history as the first real “whip,” ac
xirding to the international accept
ance of the term, who has ever served
•n that body. Eighteen years ago
James Bryce, who comes to Washing
ton as the British ambassador, wrote
in his “American Commonwealth" a
chapter on the house of representa
tives, in which he commented upon
the absence of “whips” as they were
understood in England. “So essentia!
are these officers to the discipline of
English parliamentary armies.” he
wrote, “that an English politician’s
first question when be sees congress
is ‘Where are the whips?’ ”
Speaker Cannon is partially re
sponsible for the innovation and when
h; picked out Representative Watson
for tint job he bad in mind a set pro
gram. Until Mr. Watson came into
ibe field wi'h the present speaker be
hind 'him a party “whip” in the house
GREAT POPULARITY OF
• LIBRARY OF CONGRESS
EVIDENCE of the use the genera!
public is making of the great
library of congress is to be found in
the record of visitors to the building
during the last fiscal year. The vis
'tors numbered about S12.000. This
was a daily average of 2,213 in the
102 days on which the library was
open to the public.
The only days on which the great
aronze doors were closed throughout
:he 24 hours were July 5, the funeral
lay of .John Hay. July 4 and Christ
mas. On other legal holidays and
Sundays the building was open from
;wo to ten o'clock and on week days
from nine a. m. to ten p. m., except
ing Saturday afternoons in July, Au
gust and September. Almost a double
force is required for the building,
which is open virtually day and even
ing the year around.
ASTCRY of a Good Samaritan was
revealed at the White House the
other day. It had to do with the ten
der and imperishable friendship of
one woman, prosperous and happy, for
another, close to destitution and af
flicted with a physical ailment which
has made self-support impossible.
Lady Cook, formerely Tennessee
Claflin, now a resident of England,
was tbe benefactress and Olive Logan
the recipient. Tennessee Claflin and
Olive Logan, now past the middle
score of life, were intellectual and
famous women in America years ago.
They were friends way back in the
days of the civil war and were known
to presidents apd public officials of
administrations for two decades.
Tennessee Claflin eventually mar
ried an English nobleman of wealth,
and her friend Olive drifted along
pursuing literary work. But Miss
Logan did not prosper and a short
time ago a New York newspaper told
of her want for the necessaries of
life. Lady Cook, her old friend, saw
the story and immediately cabled
funds. Then she came to America
to see and aid her in person. There
was a pathetic scene on tie pier at
Ne»r York when they met.
“Are you really so poor ?” asked
Lady Cook.
“Indeed it is pitiful,” replied Miss
Logan.
“Never mind,” replied the benefac
tress, “we’ll go down to Washington
and see the president and then I’ll
have good news for you.”
They had a long chat with the pres
ident. Lady Cook said she had prom
ised not to reveal the president’s
views, and Olive Logan said she was
po deaf that she could not hear what
he had said.
reeks ancestrally. One mounts on a
blue velvet carpet honestly "shabbed
out” on the sharp edge of every step,
to the presence of the princess para
mount/ She advances to meet you,
democratically, with outstretched
hand, on the threshold of a vast apart
ment that has an old English solidity
about its appointments — nothing
chirpy or gay or young bridish. You
think of the christenings and funerals
and solemn ceremonials as soon as
you enter. Dead and gone kinfolks
gloom down on you from faded can
vasses on the wall. One of the de
funct dames seems to be embracing a
lamb or something, with a wreath
around Its neck. Ladles always wore
beflowered lambs in those days, when
they had their pictures taken.
Miss Alice converses with gracious
impartiality in a rather deep-seated
voice, happy to please: She is un
doubtedly a stunning young woman,
her girlish curves growing softer and
sweeter day by day.
INDIANA CONGRESSMAN
IN FIRST REAL “WHIP”
has been a figurehead. Nobody knew
anything about him and nobody cared.
The job, at present, is not the most
agreeable in the world and the neces
sary loyalty of the “whip" to the
speaker sometimes leads into narrow
passages with enemies lurking on
either side. Representative Watson
has, nevertheless, got results.
Under the new regime the whip Is
the speaker's representative among
the majority members of the house.
In performing hi3 duties the member
who fills the office sometimes has tf
subordinate his own notion of things
to the will of the speaker. All plans
for legislation by the house are formu
lated in the speaker's room. A few
members sit down with the presiding
officer and decide what bills shall be
considered by the house. In such a
large body it is impossible for the
speaker to confer with every membei
of the body and so under the new ar
rangement it Is the practice for mem
bers to reach the presiding officer fre
I quently through the whip.
April brought the largest number of
visitors, the daily average for that
month being 3,101, and March was a
distant second, with a daily average
of 2,441*. The day visitors to the li
brary in April numbered 51,632, and
41,398 persons saw or used the library
after six o'clock in that month. The
largest number of visitors in any one
day was 5,284, in April, and the
smallest 444, on one of the hottest
days in July.
An idea of the size of this library
may be' obtained from the statistics
for last year, which showed a gain in
the number of volumes of 34,626
bringing the number of books on th6
racks up to 1,379,244. The total of
books, pamphlets, maps and charts
and pieces of music added last year
was 81,385.
PATHETIC SCENE OCCURS
AT THE WHITE HOUSE
“Judging from his expression,
though," she declared with pathetic
pride over an old hobby of hers, “he
seemed to favor woman's suffrage.
Lady Cook and myself would like to
get a hearing before a congressional
committee, but I suppose she has not
time to stay.”
“No,” responded her companion
with a smile, “and neither have you
for you are going bade to England
with me and live the rest of your life
at my home.”
“Eh?” replied Miss Logan, dazed
and bewildered.
“England,” shouted Lady Cook with
her mouth close to Olive’s ear. “Home
with me—you're going abroad—under
stand ?”
Miss Logan understood. They dls
appeared down the White House
driveway with Lady Cook again shout
ing the good news into her old friend’s
car.
_ I
The Tables Turned.
First Clubman—Ah, good-morning
Jaggs! Ha, ha, ha! I’ll bet your wife
gave you fits when you got home lust
night. You were tight as—
Second Clubman (wildly)—Don’t
you laugh, you grinning idiot. She
wasn’t there. She's eloped with a man
who doesn't drink.—N. Y. Weekly.
At the Psychology Club.
"Do you know,” cried Profunda at
the weekly meeting, “that I have a
mysterious dread, an esoteric fear o*
a cat? I always feel that I am sub
ject to a sudden attack when one it
near.”
“That’s easy,” said Miss Downrite
“it’s the rat in your ‘pomp.”’—Balti
more American.
Heinrich Conried.
Director of the Metropolitan Opera company in New York city, whose re
cent production of "Salome” created such a furore in the metropolis that he
was forced to abandon the contemplated run.
CLAIM STRANGE GIFT.
BELIEVERS ASSERT THEY CAN
SPEAK ALL LANGUAGES.
Power Can Only Be Used for Purpose
of Exhortation—When Holy Ghost
Came Church Members Fell
Down and Winds Roared.
Denver, Col.—This city has been
the home of strange religions and
some bizarre manifestations of relig
ious belief. The Schlatter incident of
1805 still causes people to talk and
wonder, and the Sun Worshipers of
two years ago are not forgotten. But
the strangest claim yet made by any
body of believers is that of the Chris
tian Assembly church members, who
say they have been granted the Apos
tolic gift of many tongues, and that
they can speak all kinds of lan
guages, which they have never before
heard.
They assert that a great majority
of the 600 languages in existence to
day have been used by their members
in their little church on Welton street
under the leadership of Divine inspi
ration.
They claim that the distinctive mark
t of this power is the fact that no one
i receiving the gift can use it for any
other than purposes cf exhortation.
Frequently the inspired person speaks
in a language totally unknown to him
self, they say, aad makes an exhorta
tion understood only by some one of
a foreign nationality who happens to :
be in the audience.
Occasionally one of the members
will speak in a language unknown to
any one present. As a result of this
wonderful power they expect to send
abroad missionaries to China and I
India.
The case regarded as the most re- !
markable among the believers is that ;
of Miss Mabel Smith, a girl of 18, I
whose home is in Galveston, Tex. To ‘
her has been given the power to speak
IS languages, one for every year of
her life, and they think that as she :
adds years she will acquire lan- j
guages.
Another notable case is that of Miss i
Evelyn Schippie. 17. who speaks alto- 1
gether in the Chinese language. She
has never previously been able to
speak this language, and has never .
heard It spoken.
Miss Mary Botroff, a woman well :
I
and favorably known in this city for,
her charitable work, says that she
uses both Chinese and Arabic fluently.
In a recent address made in a mission
meeting she spoke five different lang
guages so that they could be under
stood by representatives of five differ
ent nationalities in the room at the
time.
This power has also been granted
to the pastor of. the church, Rev. Gil
bert E. Farr, and his wife. "There is
nothing new in this,” he says. "We
simply believe and have proved con
clusively that the power of the apos
tles reaches down to the present time.
We are now living in the Gospel age,
and everything inaugurated by the
apostles in their age holds good in the
present. We are not a sect nor a cult.
We simply believe in the whole Gos
pel, and in this thing along with all
the rest of it."
Mr. Farr furnishes this description
of how the gift came:
"Last August a body of Christian
people was holding a camp meeting in
this city, and during the meetings two
Christian women came to us from
Los Angeles. They said they were
going to Jerusalem to preach the Gos
pel in Arabic, as God had given them
that gift and also the gift of other lan
guages. Many of our members began
to seek it for themselves. After the
public meetings closed we all went
into a separate room and waited for
the Lord to dd to us as He did to the
apostles at Pentecost, when He gave
them the gift of languages.
"The first manifestation of the pres
ence of the Holy Ghost was when peo
pie began to tremble and fall down
and then there came a rushing of
great winds. This is just the same
thing that happened according to the
Bible on the day of Pentecost. Very
soon several of our members began tc
speak in different languages and oth
ers interpreted what they said. Nc
1 less than 40 people, men, women and
children, have received this wonder
ful gift.
“As for myself, I cannot tell any
thing more about my receiving the
gift than this: My throat began to
swell and I was compelled to remove
my cravat. While I opened my mouth
under the inspiration of the Holy
Ghost, I began to speak in a foreign
language which 1 had never studied
or heard spoken, and I have spoken
under this wonderful power many
times since.”
Learned Scholar Dead.
The man who in our times has had
the widest acquaintance with the liter
ature of the time of Shakespeare died
a few days ago in London. He was
Mr. W. F. Craig. His learning was
marvelous and his scholarship pro
found. He had made extensive prep
arations for an exhaustive Shake
speare Lexicon, with illustrations from
all the literature of that period. But
the finest fruit of a life devoted to
study was his work on the Dowden
edition of Shakespeare, in the general
editorship of which he was associated
with Prof. Edward Dowden, of Trinity
college, and in which he edited person
ally with supreme success King Lear.
It will be difficult to find a worthy suc
cessor to Mr. Craig for the superin
tendence of the several volumes in
the edition which remain to be printed.
w-u--v--u --W
WOMAN SERVES AS JUROR.
Miss Hilda Smith First to Be Im
paneled Under Colorado Law.
Denver.—“Hilda Smith!”
As the clerk in Judge McCall’s divi
sion of the county court called the
name the other afternoon, a young
woman with golden hair and blue
eyes stepped forward, and Colorado’s
first woman juror was ready to an
swer truthfully all questions touching
upon her “qualifications to sit as a
fair and impartial juror.”
Miss Smith was impaneled in an
open venire in the trial of the divorce
case of Harvey H. Fretz against Hat
tie F. Fretz. She sat in the juror’s
box beside five men, with no outward
sign of trepidation.
“Gentlemen of the jury—," and
Judge McCall paused in his instruc
tions when he glanced at the smiling
face of the girl juror, “and lady of the
jury,” he added, gallantly, and then
proceeded.
The jury found in favor of the plain
tiff and gave him a decree on the
ground of desertion. Miss Smith col
lected $1.50, and resumed the work
with which she is more familiar—
that of gathering news.
“It is not hard work,” said Miss
Smith, “but I have no desire to be
come a professional juror.”
Good for His Business.
Railway Magnate (traveling incog)
—People complain about the light
supplied in these carriages. Do you
see anything wrong with it?
Passenger—No, sir. On the con
trary, it is exactly the kind of light
I like to see.
Railway Magnate (highly pleased)
—I presume you are a professional
nan?
Passenger—Yes, sir; I am an ocu
list. <
Execution Scene in the Congo.
The above photograph shows how condemned men are put to death in
Congoland. The doomed man is bound to stakes driven in the ground and
his head tied to a young sapling as illustrated. The executioner then beheads
the victim with a swift stroke of his peculiar knife. The head is allowed to
remain on the treetop as a warning to wrongdoers.
Value of Eucalyptus Oil.
—
Neither Poisonous Nor Irritating, May
Be Applied to Most Delicate Tissue.
Washington.—The department of
agriculture has issued a bulletin in
which it says that eucalyptus oil is so
useful and popular information con
cerning it is so meager that a few
words concerning it will not be out of
place. This oil has been used for
about 40 years, but only during the
past ten years has it been employed in
medicine very extensively. Its use is
now constantly increasing as its prop
erties and medicinal value become
better known.
The fact that it is non-poisonous
and non-irritating makes it especially
safe and valuable. As much of it as
a fourth of an ounce has been taken
internally without injury and it may
be freely applied to the most delicate
tissue. Notwithstanding the fact that
!t is neither dangerously poisonous
aor irritating to the human system, it
Is a very effective antiseptic and dis
infectant and has come to be used
quite extensively for dressing wounds,
ulcers and other diseased tissues. It
enters into the composition of several
antiseptic preparations.
The oil is also a well-known remedy
for malarial and other fevers, and is
used in treating diseases of the hair
and skin and of the stomach, kidneys
and bladder, and is especially valuable
for affections of the throat, bronchi
and lungs.
Too Soon.
“How are you getting long with
your new cook?”
“We got along fine with the one we
had yesterday. The one we had this
morning left, and we haven’t had a
chance to get acquainted with the
one that came this afternoon.
A Hint.
A widow, in half-mourning.
Doth by that sign confess
That she is half a mind to—Nay
It’s up to you tu guess.
—Puck.
Nationality -Often Changed.
A curious illustration of the ups
and downs of international politics
comes from the Savoy village of Saint
Jean de Maurienne, where a woman
has died at the age of 93 in the village
in which she was born and without
ever leaving it has had her nationality
changed three times. She was born
In 1814, and as Bonaparte had then
seized the territory she was “French.”
When the kingdom of Sardinia was re
consituted the same year after his fall
she became “Italian,” and finally on
Nice and Savoy being ceded to France
on 1860 she once more found herself
French.
Varieties of Sponges.
About ten species of "vegetable
sponges” are now cultivated in the'
warmer parts of Africa and Asia, es
pecially in Algeria. The fruit is edi;
ble before maturity, but on ripening
the pulp separates from the fibrous
material, which then becomes an ex
cellent substitute for real sponge for
the toilet, bathroom and many other
purposes. The Algerian sponges are
ia large demand in Paris
j LADY ISABEL’S ADMIRER |
|| By MRS. NEISH *>
(Copyright, by Jo
With all Lady Isabel’s faults—and
even her dearest friends cannot deny
she has many—there is one of which
she has never been accused, and that
is of flirting seriously.
Her dearest friend, who would,
therefore, be her most candid critic,
might feel inclined to add that the
absence of desire to flirt is not en
tirely due to moral worth, but the
result of creed. “No man is worth
the risk of being cut in the park.”
This strictly bold creed has saved her
from even “the appearance of evil,”
and she never encourages any man’s
attentions, and is, therefore, the soul
of honor—or caution.
Moreover, next to “Lady Isabel,”
she prefers Lord Etchingham—her
husband—to anyone else; but of all
the world she most assuredly prefers
“Lady Isabel.”
I once asked her if she ever asked
a man to come in and dine with her
when her husband was out.
“Never,” she replied emphatically
"and I’ll tell you why, my dear Mar
jorie. Unless a man is too absolute
and innate a gentleman to think of
such a thing, he will be sure to as
sume you’re in love with him—at
any rate, he will think you want him
to pretend he is In love with you;
and, what I find so difficult-”
“Well, Isabel?”
“Or rather, what I've never found,”
she amended, laughing, “is the afore
mentioned innate and absolute gentle
man.”
“Are men so horribly conceited?”
She nodded. “Frightfully. I’ll tell
you how I found out. I tried it once.
I asked a man to dine here as Ver
non was going out—1 am generally
out myself, you know; but I wasn't
engaged that night, and feeling rather
bored at the thought of lining alone,
I wired a man we both know very
well to come in and dine with me
alone. He came like a bird,” added
Lady Isabel gaily, “and after dinner—
I had forgotten the ‘after-dinner,’
you see—he went down on his knees
by my chair and actually held and
kissed my hand, and I tried, but
couldn't get it away. Pah!” she made
a little grimace at the recollection.
I laughed. I ought, of course, to
have been shocked; in fact, I was
shocked; but I laughed involuntarily
at the thought of Lady Isabel’s as
tonished face.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Weren’t you furious?”
“Of course I was,” she replied, “but
I could hardly say. ‘Sir, unhand me.’
like the lady in the melodrama when
the villain clasps her in his arms,
especially as he wasn't clasping me
in his arms, but was merely kissing
my hand, so I said”—Lady Isabel's
reminiscent tone became helplessly
pleading—“I said. ‘Would you mind
getting up, please, because one of my
servants might come into the room,
and I should be compromised without
having been amused.’ ”
“Oh Isabel!”
“Yes, I did. Clever of me, wasn’t
it? Men can’t bear being ridiculed—
and I told Vernon about it, too,” she
added.
“Did you really? Wasn't he awful
ly rfngry?”
Lady Isabel shook her head. “Not
a bit, he only said. ‘As though you
would look at a cove like that!’ Hus
bands are very, very conceited,” said
Lady Isabel severely. “I believe that
is partly why so many cf them come
to grief.”
Lady Isabel has been in trouble—
one of those little social entangle
ments that only so skilled a tactician j
could successfully unravel.
“Marjorie,” she said the other day
in her usual pleasantly candid way, j
“you know, dear, you are not very
young, and you have been about and
all that, so I am going to confide in
you.”
"Do. dear; only please leave out
the ‘all that.' ”
“Don’t regret the fact that you are !
a woman of the world, Marjorie,” she j
said gently. "Knowledge is wisdom,
and, besides, I want your advice. I j
have got an admirer—isnit it a bore?” ,
“Surely you can get rid of him, Isa
bel?’’
She shook her head. “It’s not as j
easy as you think,” she answered j
despondently. "You see, my brother j
Bob is in his regiment, and I don’t ;
want to offend him, because—well
one never knows what one may want
in this world.”
“H’m, that is a little awkward,” I
admitted. “Can’t you have the
measles again?”
She pouted. “Don't be silly—be
sides, as though I should do the same
thing twice; but it is a horrid bore.”
“Is he so very offensively assiduous
In his attentions?” I asked sympa
thetically.
“Yes, he sends me flowers and
boxes for the play, and he calls here
and discusses love—so silly of him.
What’s the use of discussing 'love'
with a woman who is married?" she
added pettishly: “especially to any
one married to Vernon.”
“Poor Isabel! It must be sad to be
so attractive!”
“But I’m not attractive at all,” she ;
answered—“at least, not as a rule;
only Colonel Allison is so peculiar, I
he simply won't be snubbed—or, at
any rate, he won't take mild snubs—
and I can't be really downright rude,
you see, on account of Bob.”
“Poor Isabel," I repeated.
“Yes,” she assented; “life is full of
trials if you try to be unselfish. But
I believe he is getting a little danger
ous.”
“Is he? Surely not.”
"Yes he is,” she sighed, “one can
generally tell,” and she rose and be
gan to fasten her gloves.
A few days later, on returning
home from spending the day in the
country with a friend, I found a little
pressing note from Lady Isabel. It
was marked — “Urgent — await an
swer.”
“When did this come?” I asked.
“About three o’clock, miss—& mes
seph B. Bowles.) .
senger boy brought it, and I sent word
you were not expected home until this
evening.”
I nnened the note
"nearest." it said, "can von drop
in quite accidentally to see me (in
sist on coming up to see me, if they
tell you I’m out) at 6:30 this after
noon. Be sure and come, and don't
be sent away, but stay on and the
situation will explain itself.
“Yours in haste,
> “ISABEL."
“P. S.—Be sure and come.
“P. P. S.—Whatever you do, don't
; mention my note.”
I read this hurried scrawl through
slowly twice. Clearly Lady Isabel was
both worried and in a hurry.
I was sorry I had been unable to
oblige her, and I went round early
\ in the morning, expecting to find her
1 in a state of great disappointment.
She was, however, radiant, and in her
usual spirits.
“I’m so sorry I could not come last
night, Isabel—I did not get your note
until nearly ten o'clock.”
“Oh, my dear, it didn't matter a
bit,” she said gaily, "because I used
Vernon instead—I mean, you know. I
hadn't thought of Vernon before: but
-• LfJ'
“Why, That Sounds Exactly Like Ver
non’s Step!”
it was all right. Sit down and I'll
tell you about it."
I sat down.
''Colonel Allison, I presume?”
She nodded. "Yes. He sent a han
som with a note after luncheon to
know if he could see me at 5:30—”
“Well?”
"Well.” she repeated. “I did not
want to see him—at least, not alone
because—” she hesitated—
“Yes, T know."
“And yet I couldn't refuse, because
he would-'hnly have named another
day—and so I sent for you as wre!l."
“I see,” I said; “and I couldn't
come?”
“No. I was very vexed when they
said you were out, but I thought it
over, and then I wired to Vernon at
his club, ‘Come home at 6:15,’ and I
told Colonel Allison to come at six
It was such fun, Majorie. He turned
up at exactly five minutes past, and I
gave him tea, and we discussed the
weather, and then at about quarter
past six he drew his chair up close
to mine, and put on his most unmis
takably sentimental expression, and
then the door banged—the front door,
I mean—and I gave a start and said
in a very astonished voice: "Why.
that sounds exactly like Vernon's step
—what can have brought him home
so absurdly early?”
I laughed. “And what did the colo
nel sav?”
"I don't exactly know,’ she replied,
"because I didn’t quite catch it; Lut
he looked daggers at Vernon, who
came in, talked stocks and shares, and
Russia, and money, and all the dull
things men love discussing. He went
away after about 25 minutes, and I
don't believe he’ll ever come again.”
"Why not?” I said. “It wasn’t your
fault—he could see that surely?”
"Could he,” she interrupted. “I’m
sorry for poor old Bob, but whatever
do you think happened, Majorie? I
hardly said anything after Vernon
came in, and I believe the colonel
thought I was awfully disappointed
too. You know how fearfully con
ceited men are." She paused dramat
ically. “But just when everything had
gone off simply splendidly, and I had
extricated myself with superhuman
diplomacy from my little difficulty,
Vernon turned to me and said, 'Oh,
by the by, Isabel, I got your wire all
right: it just caught me before I left
the club.’ Men have no tact.” she
added sadly, “and husbands less than
any other man.”
Man's Latest Vocation.
If the women of Great Barrington.
Mass., are successful in their new
venture, there will be happiness for
many a man along in years who has
lost his hold on the business world.
The servant problem has been an un
usually serious one in this little city,
and it was left for one to solve the
"nursery maid” question. Mrs. Albert
Barnes saw a possible relief in Mills
Weaver. He is a man well advanced
in years who retired from active busi
ness because its strenuous demands
were too much for his frail health.
Mrs. Barnes proposed to hire him as
a nurseman for her three-year-old
son Frederick, and Weaver gladly ac
cepted the offer. Now the experimen
tal stage has been fairly passed and
Mr. Weaver can be seen with his
charge almost daily, entertaining the
little fellow with interesting things
in shop windows and on the streets.
Since Mr. Weaver's success in the
role! two other men have taken it up
—one, John K. Siggins, who prefere
to trundle his charge in some quiet
country road, pointing out the beau
ties of nature, and the other, Frank
E. Bassett, who spends three hours
every day caring for a little boy.
