We have a new boarder this morning but his meals wili not count at present. Early breakfast ordered for a doctor who is going away. I hope no sickness has broken out at our resort. My "sec" has an unusual amount of business to talk over with the other girls and has let the Lyonaise potatoes burn up.

At seven o'clock a little three-year-old comes running over the croquette ground to tell me that the doctor has brought-her a new brother and I ask her what she'll take, but she says ma won't let her eat anything before breakfast time.

There the nurse comes to borrow my scales without saying what for.

When she brings them back she says "just twelve pounds and only half-a-pound to take off for the wraps."

Now, that must be pretty good weight for the newspaper paragraphs generally quote them at ten pounds. You see, Mrs Tingee, the effects of good cooking and good feeding - everything is sleek and fat around here.

Only 37 is the house-count to-day though it went up with the thermometer and touched 49 during the week, and I expect everyone will be on time to dinner as no person in this house excursionize on Sunday. If there was not something to expect from the advertising that is cut it would look as though the past week was the culmination of our season's business and small affair it would be. But the advertising is bound to work a change; it has torn up all our peace and quietness already in one way and made great trouble with the meals, getting them ordered an hour earlier or an hour later or divided in two or three or turned into half meal and half picnic lunch and making dinner small and disappointing by the absence of guests,and supper large and vexatious through their unwonted promptness and inexpressible appetites. For this small but romantic Uintah Lake in the State of Cornucopia is a most interesting locality when its merits are once known. There is no end to the places and objects to be seen if some knowing person will clearly point them out. The Barnacles family will talk about these things well enough it somebody else starts the subject but are the last people to ever think of making any matter of local interest known; and you might as well look at any old and unremarkable building in any old and unremarkable town as to look at the most historic pile in Europe or elsewhere if you have not a guide book or other informant to awaken your imagination and interest by showing wherefore the historic pile is forever famous. So that is about the way that our little company got stirred up to an extent that they cared little for their meals, or at least were willing to forego a dinner or two for the sake or an exploration, after the papers began to drop in, which contained descriptions of "The Eyrie" and the points of interest about Uintah Lake. Over there by the Barnacles point you may see in windy weather when all the rest of the lake is either yellow or green through shallowness, there is an expanse of water that remains blue almost to blackness; it is the unfathomable place, the well, the bottomless source of the waters of the lake which has an outlet like a mill-race but no other inlet, and as soon as that was known there was an early break-fast, the sailboats were brought into requisition and all went, if only to drop pebbles and look into the depths and imagine, but some went to heave the lead, and rinding no bottom; went again next day, and others were led off to a sequestered bay that was covered with a magnificent species of water-lily. There is one remarkable hill on the lake shore called Crystal Cone; it is covered with pine and cedar and would not be observed without being pointed out, yet all the houses in this neighborhood have, as curiosities, some specimens of the brilliant rock crystals that are found there sometimes in large masses, and the Cone is full of diminutive welis that have been dug in search of them Among the objects of sentimental interest the chief is the half-built and now decayed chateau which a certain singular and melancholy German baron began to build in the wilderness and surrounded it with a maze or labyrinth through which no intruder could find the way unless by chance, part of which still remains; a tortuous thicket of thorny bushes, and near by is the remains of the log house he lived and died in alone. The Barnacles family firmly believe the place haunted and never go to that side of the lake at night, but that of course is nonsense. Our people go in daytime to find some sort of a scarce flower that he planted here and there and as this is the season of its blossoming they sometimes bring home a few specimens and set in glasses on the breakfast table.

When we had a house count of 49, there were some disagreeable people who could not be expected to stay long anywhere. One man and his wife made a specialty of deriding hotels and the entertainment and accommodations they offer. Said he had been trying his powers of endurance of all evils at the Hotel-de Villa-Franca at Cabbageadia, and made much sport of it. He did not seem to find fault with anything here and yet he made people feel uncomfortable and many were glad when he and his wife went away at the end of two days. Three or four of the young people besides went away Saturday evening, as this place is intolerably dull on Sundays.

Ah, but here is worse sorrow; The house and the guests are to lose the Colonel and the banker's wife and daughter to morrow morning. They have been the right sort of guests, evidently, for they seemed always in the lead for pleasure, Btu they have been reading the advertisements of other resorts very closely in their resting spells when the papers lie on the piazzas and in the reading room, and they have found a place that seems to suit their case better. So to morrow they go to the Rosedale house at Purple Lake (it is in the Cashmere Vale, and the nightingales sing round it all the day long - so the advertisements say) but they promise the company to come back again before the season ends. That is early breakfast Monday morning for the friends who will go to see them off, and at night comes off another birthday supper - this time it is for the lady hostess and must be fine. I have a 13-pound rich fruit cake made some days ago to be old enough to cut to morrow, for fruit cakes of the richest sorts are not good until a week after baking.