Dear Mrs. Alden:
We have a beautiful location. Looking south, we see the little valley with Keiser Creek, like a thread, bright and clear; on either side, the rocky hills, with pines, separated by deep ravines. Away beyond the foot hills, overtopping all, is the Yellowstone or Snowy Range, lifting up their white tops on the hottest days, as if in derision. Rocks are everywhere. “The Rockies” are rightly named. Several miles down the river is “Pompey’s Pillar,” on the rocky face of which is carved the name of Wm. Clark, 1806, the explorer. Not far is the battle-ground, on which the gallant Custer and his men lost their lives by the Indians.
Lue J. Roseau.
Dear Mrs. Alden:
The Carmans gave us a concert. The church was full. Every one was delighted. They stayed all night at our house and sang. So we had a free concert. It makes me think of an angel to look at Miss Nellie while she sings. Davie is such a sweet, manly boy. I wish there were more such boys. I don’t know of any. I like Mr. and Mrs. Carman, too. They are all beautiful singers. Davie is fourteen, and superintends a mission Sabbath-school. While reading Docia’s Journal, I decided for Christ.
Edith M. Hillbrant.
Dear Pansy: