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Unusual weather conditions have prevailed of late.
The driving rain, hail and thunder storm of Wednesday (A. M.) March 18, and the brief snow storm of March 26, were marked features.
At four in the latter afternoon the western sky assumed the strangest color, rivalling the ‘yellow day’ of 1880, and soon large flakes of snow came.
Within a few minutes it grew so dark, there was a general lighting up by everybody and many were deceived as to the hour, scarcely believing their trusted timepieces.
But who can describe the matchless beauty of the scene as at sunset the clouds parted, or yet in the evening that followed!
Possibly over an inch of snow had fallen, or rather come on the wings of a westerly wind.
The writer, out on an errand to Hastings Heights, was impressed with the marvelous scene.
Each street was like the long nave of some vast cathedral.
All the trees were covered with an immaculate foliage even to their tiniest twigs; their great boles were like marble columns on their windward sides, but dark and sombre as ever on the lee. The over-arching branches were transformed into Gothic arches filled with the most elaborate tracery sculptured in one brief hour.
Looking westward, the stone tower in the park loomed up dark and gloomy like a prison, its cap stones and iron crest all enshrouded.
A walk around the park revealed it a shaft of gleaming white, broken only by the window openings and the white barred doorway.
The park was like a glimpse into fairyland; its shrubbery in fantastic forms, the varying shapes of the trees all snow laden were rivalled only by the tall white flagstaff, now a purer white, that seemed to reach the stars.
All the common and ugly looking objects for the time were beautiful.
Chicken yards of wire, tennis courts and latticed trellises, all were laces of the most intricate pattern, a delight to the eye. The flashing eyes of the hurrying autos and the brilliantly lighted street cars sent