14000 MILES 



up the slope back of the cabins leads to a group of tents 

 called The Elfin Circle. 



We went to the bath wharf, followed the brook walk 

 through the cedars, strolled to the hill-top cabin to see 

 the friends who escorted us from Newport, and then we 

 all met at supper, on the broad piazza, seventeen of us. 

 The last of the wedding guests had left that morning. 

 After supper we descended the steps to the boat landing, 

 and our hostess and the best man rowed us to Birchbay 

 for the wedding call. Though unexpected we were most 

 cordially received, served with ice cream, and shown the 

 many improvements in the camp we first visited years 

 ago. We walked to the tennis court and garden, where 

 the college professor and manager of Greek plays were 

 working when no response came from the repeated tele- 

 phone calls to tell them we were coming. We rowed 

 back by moonlight. 



We cannot half tell you of the charms of Cedar Lodge, 

 but when we were driven from Georgeville a bundle of 

 papers was tucked under the seat, which proved to be 

 Boston Transcripts, containing an account of the wed- 

 ding. A copy was given us and it is such an exquisite 

 pen picture we pass it along to you : 



From the Transcript, July 6, 1905. 



A CAMP WEDDING. 



On the last Wednesday of June Miss Mabel Hay 

 Barrows, the daughter of Hon. Samuel J. Barrows and 

 Mrs. Isabel C. Barrows, two very well-known figures in 

 the intellectual life of Boston and New York, was 



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