14000 MILES 



There were six stones in close proximity bearing these 

 familiar lines — 



"Stop, traveler, as j'ou pass by, 

 As you are now, so once was I. 

 As I am now, so you must be. 

 Prepare for death and follow me." 



All that night was lost, for we never woke once. Was 

 it the stillness? or was it that cosy, bright room, with its 

 very simple, but effective, "homey" touches? Be that as 

 it may, we were fresh as the morning, and ready to enjoy 

 every mile of the drive to Boston, gladdening our hearts 

 with the sight of friends as we tarried now and then. We 

 in Boston and our Boston friends in the country was 

 something new, but a room at the B. Y. W. C. A. is next 

 to home, and we heartily recommend it to homeless 

 ladies traveling as we were, or on shopping expeditions. 

 The night, with the unceasing din of the horse cars, and 

 the thousand and one noises peculiar to the city, was a 

 marvelous contrast to Stow, but in time we became 

 adjusted to our environments, and were lost in sleep. 



How delightful to be in Boston, and know that there 

 were only two things in the whole city we wanted — a 

 Buddhist catechism and a horn hairpin. These procured, 

 we went for Jerry and began the day, which was to be 

 devoted to making calls. We went spinning along over 

 the smoothly paved Columbus avenue on our way to the 

 Highlands, and rattled back on cobble-paved Shawmut 

 avenue. Dinner over, off we started for Allston, Somer- 

 ville and Cambridge, and as it was not yet five o'clock 

 when we came back over the Mill-dam, we could not 

 resist turning off West Chester Park, and hunting up 



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