A SPORTSMAN'S EDEN. 



is, to my mind, something between a palace and a 

 prison, gorgeous as the one and stiff and chilling 

 as the other. It seems impossible to give the 

 rooms that air of comfort peculiarly dear to a 

 woman's heart ; but in sober truth there is 

 nothing feminine about them. Why, if I ring 

 for a chambermaid, I am answered by a bell- 

 boy. An American hotel may be the ideal hotel 

 of business men, who love places studded with 

 electric knobs and hung with telephones, but it 

 is not suited to the cat-like comfort-loving nature 

 of our sex. 



You guessed, I suppose, from my recent silence 

 that I had won the day with ' ce cher mari ' of 

 mine, and persuaded him to take me with him 

 on his wild-goose chase to America. By the 

 way, I fancy there is a letter wrong there ; the 

 animal we are to pursue spells its name with an 

 ' m ' and not with a ' g,' and Lena dear, ' we ' 

 are to pursue it ; you, perhaps, don't take in all 

 that this means at first, but you will by-and-by. 

 It means that I am to follow this monster of 

 mine through pine-forests and snowy wastes, 

 cook his food and clean his rifle, and, as he says, 

 ' make myself generally useful,' instead of fooling 

 the dollars away in the towns. At first, of 

 course, I felt inclined to resist. Even in politics 

 they always have an opposition, and married life 



