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Show ' . VEUT TO -MS" :tp I There are millions In It. Old CoL llul-berry llul-berry Sellers would hare yelled the same way had he fixed his lamps yesterday yes-terday afternoon upon the rolling palace of the VanderhUts, as It rested on a sidetrack In the Bio Grande yards. ' There certainly were millions in it. Millions embodied In a dlgnllled, mild-looking mild-looking dowager, millions In a bit of a girl, a real American girl, millions In another of the Gibson kind and millions mil-lions In a matron of a decade ago. "It" wii the private car "Wayfarer" "Way-farer" of the Vanderbilta, . the finest and most richly appointed thing on wheels in the world. The millions were represented by Mrs. Cornelius Vander-bilt. Vander-bilt. Sr., widow of the late "Corny" Yanderbilt, son of the old Commodore: Misa Gladys Vanderbilt, daughter of Mrs. Cornelius, Sr., sister of Alfred Gwynne and . Reginald, and heiress to a mere bagatelle of $50,000,000 or thereabouts; Mrs. Elliott F. Shepard. sister of Cornelius, Sr.. and widow of the proprietor and editor of the New York Mail and Express, one of the few editors' who acquired , millions, and whose success is ascribed to the fact that he published a verse from the Scriptures, at the head of his editorial column, 'and Miss Marda Cameron, daughter of ex-Senator Donald Cameron of Pennsylvania and somewhat of an heiress herself. Human, After All. They're human these millions. They descended from the "Wayfarer' yesterday yes-terday afternoon, and ascended into a common hired hack, anLwere driven . .i around town and to City cemetery, and to the Lion and Beehive houses, and to the Tabernacle and to Brigham Young s grave and to many other interesting sights in and around Salt Lake City. These millions talked about dress and dinner and days. So sayeth ye Jehu, Bunr Merwin, who perched hign above the millions, lent them his ears, and heard all the women of wealth had to say. Just common, ordinary, small talk, the kind that vou can hear any day in this town at bridge tea, or 500, or a Kensington, Kensing-ton, or any other of the many mysterious myste-rious doings women have a failing for. And the millions were kodak fiends, too. They snapped and shot and aimed their picture boxes at everything that interested them. . At the Tabernacle. ' The millions went inside the Tabernacle Taber-nacle and mixed with the conference attendants. at-tendants. There were more millions under un-der that curved, peculiar roof than the Mormon church had ever dreamed of. The millions listened to the grand organ, or-gan, and to the addresses. The millions were pushed and pulled and bumped and jostled, even as yon and L Mallions rolled around the city yesterday yes-terday as if they Hied it. They saw the city and count v, building and liked it. They saw the "broad, paved and clean streets (ddwntown) and liked them. They saw the imposing residences 'up in the northeast end, and called them "rather nice houses, don't you think!" They saw about everythingthere was to be seen and liked it. Then, after the millions stopped rolling, roll-ing, they' retired to the "Wayfajer," and there entertained Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Townsend at dinner. It was indeed, a signal honor. Townsend was formerly Minister to Belgium. Mrs. Townsend has been a life-long friend of the Vanderbilts. Off for the West. From here the party left early today for Ogden not to stay, however. From the junction city they left for San Francisco, and then will go to Port land and Seattle. They will take the Canadian Pacific you know they can take almost anything they want and make their wayfarers' way home to little, old, good old New York. Yes Salt Lake lost millions today. But there are still a few lying around loose. |