The Days of a Man 1:1905 



Mrs. Stanford's plight, they attached an engine to a 



car and brought her, as sole passenger, down to 



Oakland, two hundred miles away. 

 Newcom- On her seventieth birthday, August 25, 1898, Pro- 

 er's sonnet fggsor Alphouso G. Newcomcr sent to Mrs. Stanford 



the following sonnet: 



To you, beneath life's reddening sunset ray, 

 Seeing what visions with reverted eyes, 

 Hope, joy, and anguish, boundless sacrifice, 

 And faith triumphant on the Dolorous Way; 

 To you, in sign of all words cannot say, 

 Thankful at least to know your sorrow lies 

 Safe locked now in the dead year's sanctities, 

 This friendly token let us bring today. 



For us, still sorrow that your years creep on; 

 For you but gladness. The world's claim is quite 

 Fulfilled, and nobly. Happy, who can sit 

 At eventide and look back to the dawn, 

 Saying, not empty has the day withdrawn; 

 Wait for the sunset; peace comes after it. 



again 



Europe During the summer of 1905, Mrs. Jordan and I 



made another visit to Europe, this time accompanied 

 by my daughter Edith, then teacher of History in the 

 Los Angeles Polytechnic High School. Reaching 

 Paris, we were first joined by Vernon Kellogg, who 

 had passed the previous year abroad on sabbatical 

 leave, and somewhat later by Allis Miller,^ the charm- 

 ing daughter of our friend, Frank Miller, Master of 

 the Inn at Riverside. Inversely, the party broke up 

 by degrees, Kellogg being the first to go, then Miss 

 Allis, finally ourselves, while Edith remained to pass 



1 Now Mrs. De Witt V. Hutchings. 



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