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0 THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, JUNE 7, 1903. THE &NTLWAHnLQH IflDUHA . AND CHAPTER I. (Copyriglft. 1903, tor ilcClurc. Phillips & o.) IT WAS not lone ago In the days when men sighed when they fell in love; when oeoDle danced by candle and lamp, and did dance, too. Instead of sol emnly sliding about; in that mellow time so lone ago, when the young were ro mantic and Summer was roses and wine, old Carewe brought his lovely daughter home from the convent to wreck the hearts of the youth of Rouen. That was not a far journey; only an afternoon's drive through the woods and by the river, in an April, long ago; Miss Betty's harp carefully strapped behind the great lumbering carriage, her guitar on the front seat, half-burled under a mound of bouquets and oddly shaped lit tle bundles, farewell gifts of her com rades and the good Sisters. In her left hand she clutched a small lace hand kerchief, with which she now and then touched her eyes, brimmed with the part ing from Sister Cecelia, Sister Mary Ba zllede, the old. stone steps and all the girls; but for Wery time that she lifted the dainty kerchief to brush away the edge of a tear, she took a deep breath of the Western woodland air and smiled at least twice; for the years of strict inclosure within St. Mary's walls and still gardens were finished and done with, and at last the many-colored world flashed and danced in a mystery before her. The mys tery was brilliant to the convent-girl be cause it contained men; she was eager to behold It. They rumbled Into town after sunset, in the fair twilight, the dogs barking be fore them, and everyone would have been "surprised to know that Tom Vanrevel, in stead of Mr. Cralley Gray, was the first to see her. By the merest accident, Tom was strolling near the Carewe place at the time; and when the carriage swung into the gates, with rattle and clink and clouds of dust at the finish, it was not too soon lost behind the shrubbery and trees for Tom to catch something more than a glimpse of a gray skirt behind a mound of flowers, and of a charming face with parted lips and dark eyes beneath the scuttle of an enormous bonnet. It hap penedperhaps It Is more accurate to say that Tom thought It happened that she was just clearing away her veil when he turned to look. She blushed suddenly, so much was not to be mistaken; and the eyes that met his were remarkable for other reasons than the sheer loveliness of them, In that, even in the one flash of them he caught, they meant so many things at one time. They were sparkling; yet mournful; and they were wistful, al though undeniably lively with the gayest comprehension of the recipient of their glance, seeming to say, "Oh, it's you, young man, is it!" And they were shy and mysterious with youth, full of thai wonder at the world which has the ap pearance, sometimes, of wisdom gathered in the unknown out of which we came. But, above all, these eyes were fully con scious of Tom Vanrevel. Without realizing what he did, Mr. "Van revel stopped short. He had been swing ing a walking-stick, which, describing a brief arc, remained poised half-way in its descent. There was only that one glance between them, and the carriage disap peared, leaving a scent of Spring flowers In the air. The young man was left standing on tha wooden pavement in the midst of a great loneliness, yet enveloped In the after-. glow, his soul roseate, his being quaver ing, his expression, like his cane. Instan taneously arrested. "With such prompti tude and finish was he disposed of tha had Miss Carewe been aware of his name and the condition wrought in him by the single stroke, she could have sought only the terse Richard of England for a like executive ability. "Off with his head! So much for Vanrevel!" She had lifted a slender band to the fluttering veil, a hand in a white glove with a small lace gauntlet at the wrist. This gesture was the final divinity of the radiant vision which remained with the dazed young man as he went down the street; and It may have been three-quar ters of an hour later when the background of the picture became vivid to him; a carefully dressed gentleman with heavy brows and a handsome high nose, who sat stiffly upright beside the girl, his very bright eyes quite as conscious of the stricken pedestrian as were Tiers, vastly different, however, in this; that they glit tered, nay, almost bristled, with hos tility; while every polished button of his blue coat seemed to reflect their mallg- nancy, and to dart little echoing shafts of venom at Mr. Vanrevel. Tom was dismayed by the acuteness of his perception that a man who does not speak to you has no right' to Tiave a daugh ter like the lady in the carriage: and. the moment of this realization occurring as he sat making a poor pretense to eat his evening meal at the "Rouen House," he dropped his fork rattling upon his plate and leaned back, staring at nothing, proceeding of which his tablemate, Mr. William Cummlngs, the editor of the Rouen Journal, was too busy over Ills river bass to take note. "Have you heard what's new in town?' asked Cummlngs presently, looking up. "So," said Tom truthfully, for he had seen what was new, but not heard It. Old Carewe's brought his daughter home. Fanchon Bareaud was with her at St. Mary's until last year; and Fanchon says she's not only a great beauty but a great dear." "Ah!" rejoined the other with masterly indifference. "Dare saydare say." "No wonder you're not interested." said Cummlngs, cheerfully, returning to the discussion of his bass. "The old villain will take precious good care you don't come near her." Mr. Vanrevel already possessed a pro found conviction to the same effect Rob ert Meilhac Carewe was known not only as the wealthiest citizen of Rouen, but also as its heariteet and most steadfast hater; and, although there were only 5000 or 6000 inhabitants, neither was a small distinction. For Rouen was ranked, in those easy days, as a wealthy town; even as It was called an old town; proud of its age and its Tiches, and bitter in its poli tics, of course. The French had built a fort there, soon after La Salle's last voy age, and, as Cralley Gray said, had settled the place, and had then been settled them selves by the pioneer militia. After the Revolution. Carolinians and Virginians had come, by the way of Tennessee and Kentucky: while the adventurous countrv. men from Connecticut, traveling thither to sell, remained to buy and then sell when the country was in its teens. In- course of time the little trading-post of the Northwest Territory had grown to "be the leading center of elegance and culture in the Ohio Valley at least, they said so in Rouen; only a few people in the country, such as Mr. Irving, of Tarxytown, for in stance, questioning whether the center could lead. The pivotal flgure, though perhaps not the, heart, of the center, was unquestion ably Mr. Carewe, and about him the neat and tight aristocracy of the place re volved; the "old French remnant, having liberally intermarried, forming the nu- cleus, togetlfer with descendants of the Cavaliers (and those who said they were) and the industrious Yankees, by virtue (If not by the virtues) of all whom the town grew and prospered. Robert Carewe was Rouen's magnate, commercially and so cially, and, until an upstart young law- er, named Vanrevel struck into his power with a broad-ax. politically. The J wharves were Carewe's; the warehouses that stood by the river, ana me line 01 1 packets which plied upon it, were his; half the town was his, and in Rouen this meant that he was possessed of the Mid- die Justice, the High and the Low. His I mother was a Frenchwoman, and. In those j days, when to go abroad was a ponder- ( ous and venturesome undertaking, the j fact that he had spent most of his youth , in the French calptal wrought a certain i glamour about him; for to the American, Paris was Europe, and it lay shimmering i on the far horizon of every Imagination, a golden city. Scarce a drawing-room In Rouen lacked its fearsome engraving en titled "Grand Ball at the Tuilleries," nor was Go-ley's Magazine ever more popu lar than when It contained articles elab orate of similar scenes of festal light, where brilliant uniforms mingled with shining Jewels, fair locks, and the white shoulders of magnificently dressed Duch esses, Countesses and ladles. Credit for this deception should be given entirely to the above-mentioned periodicals. Further more, a sojourn In Paris was held to con fer a "certain nameless and Indescrib able polish" upon the manners of the vis itor; also, there was something called "an air of foreign travel." They talked a great deal about polish in those days; and some examples still extant do not deny their justification; but in the case of Mr. Carewe, there existed a citizen of Rouen, one already quoted, who had the temerity to declare the polish to be in truth quite nameless and Indescrib able for the reason that one cannot paint a vacuum. However, subscription to this opinion should not be overhasty, since Mr. Cralley Gray had been notoriously a rival of Carewe's with dvery pretty woman in Town, both having the same eye in such matters, and also because the slandered gentleman could assume a man ner when he chose to, whether or not he possessed It. At his own table he ex haled a hospitable graclousness which, from a man of known evil temper, car ried the winsomeness of surprise. "When he wooed, It was with an air of stately devotion, combined with that knowlng ness which sometimes offsets for a wid ower the tendency a girl has to giggle at him; and the combination had been, once or twice, too much for even the alluring Cralley. Mr. Carewe lived in an old-fashioned house on the broad, quiet, shady street which bore his name. There was a wide lawn In front, shadowy under elm and locust trees, and bounded by thick shrub- herles. A long garden, fair with roses and hollyhocks, lay outside ' the library windows, an old-time garden, with fine gravel paths and green arbors; drowsed over in summer-time by the bees, while overhead the locust rasped his rusty ca dences the livelong day; and a faraway sounding lovenote from the high branches brought to mind the line, like an old re frain: "The voice of the turtle was heard In the land." Between the garden and the carriage gates there was a fountain where a. bronze boy with the dropsy (but not minding it) lived in a perpetual bath from a green goblet held over his head. Near by, a stone sun-dial bl earned against a clump of lilac bushes; and it was upon this spot that the white kitten Intro duced Thomas Vanrevel to Miss Carewe. upon the morning after her arrival, hav- THE. INSPIRATION OF MOUNTAIN CLIMBING 0 US who have ascended some one or more of the numerous high moun tain peaks In the long backbone of the Pacific country. It Is difficult to under stand why so many Americans cross the Atlantic for scenic beauty when we have such an abundance of it on our own con tinent. For I firmly believe that one can not find elsewhere on the face of the globe so many grand upheavals, so many moun tain peaks some towering upward two or more miles above sea level. Were these bare rocks alone they would be well worth seeing, but Nature has been prodigal and clothed many of them with sparkling gar ments, white in Its texture, consisting not only of snowflelds but living glaciers, some second to none In the world In point of magnitude and scientific interest. The State of Oregon has Mount Hood, Mount Jefferson, Three Sisters, Mount Thlelscn and others; Washington has within her confines Rainier, St. Helens, Adams and ' Baker; while Alaska, with her giants of them all, McKinley and St. Ellas, takes rank among the greatest mountain build ers of. the globe. It Is this love of nature in such majes tic form that has so greatly increased the interest In mountain-climbing in recent years among the people of the Far West. Individually and in organizations they have done much to awaken Americans to tho possibilities of a pastime which, for health, pleasure and instruction, is unex celled. One of these associations had its inception under circumstances truly unique. Ten years ago there was held a meeting far above the clouds on the sum mit of Mount Hood, 12,440 feet above the sea. Over 100 men and women who had conquered the peak banded together un der the appropriate title of the Mazamas and resolved that at least once each year the society would make the ascent of some snow-capped peak and strive to add, in some measure, to the world's knowledge of this form of nature. Such has been the success of the movement that today the club boasts of a membership of over 500 names, which include many whose con tributions to mountain science have been of the utmost importance. Its personnel is by no means local or sectional, and each year come adventurers from tie Eastern states and from across the Atlantic to participate in its outings. The increasing number of those who make annual pilgrimages into the cloud country of the Pacific Is perhaps the best proof of the influence mountain climbing is exerting, but possibly the off-hmd Im pressions of one of these journeys from the writer's standpoint may aid in giving the recreation the importance it deserves. Several mftnths in advance the execu tive board of the society decides on the objective point. The members usually rendezvous at the headquarters in Port land, equipped with clothing suitable lor BOOTH TARKIXGTOX. Ing finished her piano-forte practice, touched her harp twice, and appegloed the Spanish fandango on her guitar. Miss Betty read two paragraphs of "Gilbert" (for she was profoundly determined to pursue her tasks with diligence), but the open windows disclosing a world all sun shine and green leaves, she threw the book aside with a good conscience, and danced out to the garden. There, coming upon a fuzzy, white ball rolling Into Itself spirally on a lazy pathway, she pounced at it. whereupon the thing uncurled with lightning swiftness, and fled, more like a streak than a kitten, down the drive, through the open gates and into the street. Miss Betty In full cry. Across the way there chanced to be strolling a young lady In blue, accompa nied by a gentleman whose leisurely gait gave no Indication of the maneuvering he had done to hasten their walk Into its present direction. He was apparently 30 or 31, tall, very straight, dark, smooth shaven, his eyes keen, deep-set and thoughtful, and his high white hat, white satin cravat, and careful collar were evi dence of an elaboration of toilet some what unusual in Rouen for the morning; also, he was carrying a pair of white gloves in his hand and dangled a slender ebony cane from his wrist. The flying ebony headed toward the couple, when, with a celerity only to be accounted for on the theory that his eye had been fixed on the Carewe gateway for some time pre vious to this sudden apparition, the gen tleman leaped In front of the fugitive. The kitten attempted a dodge to pass; the gentleman was there before It. The kitten feinted; the gentleman weas alto ALBERT mountain climbing, 'among which are heavy shoes with steel calks, leggings, goggles and alpenstocks: Transportation Is provided for in advance and a commis sary organized. Then the start is made. If the field of operations be at a consid erable distance the railroad or boat may be employed to reach the vicinity, but should the peak be within a radius of &? or CO miles walking Is usually preferred. We will suppose in this Instance at Mount Hood is the summit to be attained. Ar riving at the base o"f the mountain, what is called a permanent camp is arranged and here the company Is enrolled like sol diers into divisions of convenient size, each in charge of a veteran mountaineer, who la strictly obeyed as the captain. A commander of the expedition is also chosen. By this plan many of the dan gers which usually attend mountain climbing are avoided and hardships more easily overcome. The ascent of the mountain, however, gether too much on the, spot. Immedi atelyand just as Miss Carewe, flushed and glowing, ran Into the street the small animal doubled, evaded Miss Betty's fran tic clutch, re-entered the gateway, and attempted a disappearance into tho lilac bushes. Instead of going around them, only to And Itself, for a fatal two seconds, in difficulties with the close-set thicket of stems. In regard to the extraordinary agility of which the pursuing gentleman was capable. It is enough to say 'that he caught the cat. He emerged from the lilacs holding ltln one hand, his gloves and white hat in the other, and presented himself before Miss Betty with a breath- lessness not entirely attributable to his exertions For a moment, as she came running toward him, he met her flashing look, bright with laughter- and recognition and haste, he stammered. A thrill nothing less than delirious sent the blood up be hind his brown cheeks, for he saw that she, too, knew this was the second time their eyes had met. Naturally, at that time he could not know how many other gentlemen were to feel that same thrill (In their cases, also delirious, no less) with the same, accompanying, mysterfous feel ing, which came just before Miss Betty's lashes fell, that one had found, at last, a precious thing, lost long since in child hood, or left, perhaps, upon some other planet In a life ten thousand years ago. He could not speak at once, but when he could, "Permit me," madam, he said solemnly, offering the captive, "to restore your kitten." An agitated kitten should not be de J. CAPROX. forms but one part of the experience. Several days-are occupied In . going to points of interest In Its vicinity. One day finds the party at Yoacum's Falls and traversing' Rhododendron Valley, another In the Big Sandy Glacier and Zigzag can yon, or White River Glacier, each possess ing characteristic interest, which is in creased by the explanations of the scien tists and other experts among th mem bers. The "side trips" are so arranged thit by sundown all are to "be found back in camp ready for the "square meal" pre pared by the camp cook. After satisfying our prodigious hunger with good things, and the campflre Is ablaze, we come to one of the most enjoyable features of the gathering the evening lectures on subjects relating to the several excursions of the day. Perhaps one of the glaciers is de scribed. There Is White RIver'GIacIer, for Instance, by far the largest on Mount Hood, extending from above Crater Rock, 1009 feet below tho summit, to a distance tained by clasping Its waist, and already the conqueror was paying for his victory. J , There ensued a final, outrageous squirm of ; despair; two frantic claws, extended, drew one long, red mark across the stran ger's wrist and another down the back of his hand to theknuckles. They, were good,- hearty scratches, and the blood -followed the artist's lines rapidly: but of this the young man took no note, for he knew that he was about to hear Miss Carewe's voice for the first time. "They say" the best way to hold them," he observed. "Is by the scruff of the neck." I Beholding his wounds, suffered In" her i cause, she gave a pitying cry that made his heart leap with the richness and sweetness of It. Catching the kitten from him, she dropped it to the ground in such wise as to prove nature's foreslgnt most kind In cushioning the feet of cats. "Ah! I didn't want It that much!" "A cat In the hand is worth two" night ingales In the bush," he said boldly, and laughed. "I would shed more blood than that!" Miss Betty blushed like a Southern dawn, and started back from him. From f the convent but yesterday and she had i taltpn n nun's hnnd !n hnth rif hprs' It was to this tableau that- the lady in blue entered, following the hunt through the gates, where she stopped with a de composed countenance. At once, how ever, she advanced, and, with a cry of greeting, enveloped Miss Betty In a brief embrace, to the relief of the latters con fusion. It was Fanchon Bareaud, now . two years emancipated from St. Mary's, , and far gone In taffeta. With her lustre ful light hair, absent blue eyes and her gentle voice. It was not too difficult to justify Cralley Gray's characterization of her as one of those winsome baggages i who had made an air of feminine help I lessness the fashion of the day. It is a wicked thing that some women ' should kiss when a man is by; In the present Instance the gentleman became somewhat faint. "I'm so glad glad!" exclaimed Betty. "You were just coming to see me weren't you? My father Is In the library Let mS " Miss Bareaud drew back. "No, no!" she Interrupted hastily, and with evident perturbation. "I we must be on our way Immediately." She threw a glance at the gentleman, which let him know that she now comprehended his gloves, and why their stroll had trended toward Carewe street. "Come at once!" she com manded him quickly, In an undertone. "But now that you're here," said Miss Betty, wondering very much, why he was not presented to her, "won't you wait and let me gather a nosegay for you? Our pansles and violets " "I could help," the gentleman suggest ed, with the look of a lame dog at Miss Bareaud. "I have been considered useful about a garden." "Fool!" Betty did not hear the word that came from Miss Bareaud's closed teeth, though she was mightily surprised at the visible agitation of her school mate, for the latter's face was pale and excited. And Miss Carewe's amazement was complete when Fanchon, without more words, cavalierly seized the gen tleman's arm and moved toward the street with him as rapidly as his percepti ble reluctance to leave permitted. But at the gate Miss Bareaud turned and called back over her shoulder, as If remember ing the necessity of offering an excuse for so remarkable a proceeding: i shall come again very soon. Just now I unan nn errand of ereat imtx we are importance. Good day!" Miss Betty waved her hand, staring after them, her eyes large with wonder. She compressed her Hps tightly: "Er rand!" This was the friend of childhood's happy hour, and they had not met in two years! "Errand!" She ran to the hedge, along the top of which a high white hat was now seen perambulating; she pressed down a loose branch, and called in a ten der voice to the stranger whom Fanchon had chosen should remain nameless: "Be sure to put some salve on your hand!" He made a bow which just missed being too low, but did miss It. "It Is there already," he said; and, losing his courage after the bow, made his speech with eo palpable a gasp before the last word that the dullest person in of over five miles and forming the river of the same name. This great mass of slowly moving ice Is three-fourths of a mile wide In Its greatest width, and ex perts say 2000 to 2500 feet deep. It has erected In Its thickening and thinning process moralns on either side almost mountainous In their character. Great bowlders, the size of houses, crowded out of the. Icy bed, mark the tremendous force expended in creating It. At the head of the White River Glacier and well within the circle which indicates the original crater of Mount Hood, is a cone from whose fissures Issue sulphurous fumes, suffocating In volume and warning all against close approach. Volcano that this was, it is not without the range- of possibilities that Nature may again give vent to her spleen by breaking forth with a fresh flow of lava similar to recent eruptions elsewhere. Probably the most interesting features connected with a visit to Mount Hood and a feature which the "MazamasJ have explored, are the great cavity and the lake within the basin or circle mentioned above. Seldom does one have the oppor tunity of access to this "Holy of Holies" of the mountain. Should the Summer sea son be long and warm, then toward the latter part of August a break, aided In some measure by the heat within, may occur in the glacier. Passing along this our feet soon tread on the loose lava bed, covered here and there with layers of pure sulphur. Carefully wending out way upward we soon pass beneath a vaulted roof of ice several hundred feet in thick ness and whose azure blue marks a beauty never seen outside a glacier field. One shudders to think of the consequences should the Ice-root above break down. No loud conversation Is permissible, as the vibrations of the air might lead to results too serious to contemplate. Onward and up Is a gradual rise. Pausing occasion ally to note the ever-increasing panorama, we soon find oursalves on the shores of a miniature lake, which Is, Indeed.-a phe nomenon of nature. About 2000 feet in circumference. It is covered with an arched roof of Ice, the nether side of which is several feet above the surface of the lake and kept that distance by grad ual melting. In consequence of the heat of the slumbering volcano beneath. In spite of one's self the mind runs riot at the terrible possibilities of what might happen should the roof fall or should the bottom of the lake recede Into the bowels of the earth. It Is a place where one; stands spellbound by the mesmeric Influ ence of an indefinable force until 'Startled by the loud report which occasionally echoes against the ice cavern when some convulsion of. natural forces make the formation on which the visitor is standing tremble and-quake. With these explorations at an end .the party make preparations for the final dash 'to the summit, and then begins the real work of mountain-climbing. Part of this journey is over a field of ice and snow the world could have seen that he meant It. Miss Betty disappeared. There was a rigidity of expression about the gentle mouth of Fanchon Bareaud. which her companion did not enjoy, as they went on their way, each preserving an uneasy silence, until at her own door, sho turned sharply upon hlm.'Tom Van revel. I thought you were the steadiest and; now you've proved yourself the crazi est soul In Rouen!" she burst out. "And I couldn't say worse!" "Why didn't you present me to her?" asked VanreveL "Because I thought a man of your gal lantry might prefer not to face a shot gun In the presence of ladles!" "Pooh!" "Pooh!" mimicked Miss Bareaud. "You can 'pooh' as much as you like, but If he had seen us from the window" She cov ered her face with her hands for a mo ment, then drppped them and smiled upon him. "I understand perfectly to what I owe the pleasure of a stroll with you this morning, , and your casual insistence on tho shadlness of Carewe street!" He laughed nervously, but her smile vanished, and she continued: "Keep away. Tom. She Is beautiful, and at St. Mary's I al ways thought she had spirit and wit, too. I only hope Cralley won't see her before the wedding! But it Isn't safe for you. Go along, now, ask Cralley please to. come at three thls'afternoon." This message from Mr. Gray's betrothed was not all the IlL-dtarred Tom conveyed' to his friend. Mr. Vanrevel was ordinari ly esteemed a person of great reserve and discretion, nevertheless there was one man to whom he had no secrets. He spent the noon hour In feeble attempts to describe to Cralley Gray the outward appearance of Miss Elizabeth Carewe; how she ran like a young Diana; what one felt upon nearing ner voice; ana ne presented in j himself an example exhibiting something ; of the cost of looking in her eyes. His conversation was more or less Incoherent, but the effect of It was complete. CHAPTER IL Surviving Evils of the Itclgn of Terror. Does there exist an Incredulous or jeal ous , denizen of another portion of our country who, knowing that the room In the wooden cupola over Mr. Carewe's library commonly alluded to .by Rouen as the "Tower Chamber." will prove himself so sectlonally prejudiced as to deny that the town was a veritable hotbed of liter ary Interest, or that Sir Walter Scott was ill-appreciated there? Some of the men looked sly, and others grinned, at mention of this apartment; but the romantic were not lacking who spoke of It In whispers, how the lights sometimes shone there all night long, and the gentlemen drove away, white-faced. In the dawn. The cupola, rising above the library, over looked the garden; and the house, save for that, was of a single story, with a low veranda running the length of its front. The windows of the library and of a rovf of bedrooms one of which was Miss Bet ty'slined the veranda, "steamboat fash ion"; the inner doors of these rooms all opening upon a long hall which bisected the house. The stairway leading to the room in the cupola rose In the library Itself, while the bisecting hall afforded the only access to the library; hence, the gos sips, well acquainted with the geography of the place, conferred seriously together upon what effect Miss Betty's homecom ing would have In this connection; for any one going to the stairway must needs pass her door; and, what was more to the point, a party of gentlemen descending late from the mysterious turret might be not so quiet as they intended, and the young lady sufficiently disturbed to Inquire of her father what entertainment he pro vided that should keep his guests until 4 In the morning. But at present it was with the opposite end of the house that the town was occu pied, for there, workmen were hammer ing and sawing and painting all day long, finishing the addition Mr. Carewe was building for his daughter's debut. This hammering disturbed Miss Betty, who had become almost as busy with the French Revolution as with her mantua-maker. For she had found In her father's library many books not for convent shelves; and she had become a Glrondln. She found memoirs, histories and tales BY ALBERT J. CAPRON, OF PORTLAND, IN NEW YORK INDEPENDENT comparatively easy of access, but the greater portion Is up a very steep Icy In cline where the footing for each step must be cut out with ice axes. In 1901 we crossed the "Great Crevasse" on a snow bridge. Usually, however, one Is obliged to make a long detour In order to reach the other side of this obstruction. It Is a weary climb, fraught with no little danger and requiring the use of a lifeline as a greater measure of safety. At this stage each person is required to "mind his foot ing" and attend strictly to the business In hand. Patience and perseverance will accomplish almost a.ythlng, and In this Instance they bring ua to the summit. If an early start was mae from the timber line, where we bivouacked the night pre paratory to the ascent, perhaps noonday finds us looking down on a scene of such beauty and sublimity that words fall to express it. Tolling wearily upward the novice may ask himself, "Does It pay?" But when on the pinnacle the answer comes quickly, "It does pay, a thousand fold." Westward for half a hundred miles can be defined the shores of the Pacific. Across the Columbia - In Washington we see Mount Rainier, St. Helens and Adams, whose Ice-crowned peaks range upward from 12,000 to 16.000 feet, 50 miles distant. Southward the line of vision extends to Mount Jefferson, Three Sisters, Thlelsen and many others, all more than 10,000 feet In height. Think of It. you of the plains and valleys, who have never seen any- thlngt higher than a 20-storied building, Mount Washington or the Appalachian Range, that here, from the summit of Mount Hood, called the "Bride of the Rockies," you have within range of vision 12 or more glacier-covered mountain peaks. each above two miles in height. Such is merely an outline of a pastime which in the West has drawn people from every walk in life to study Nature in her most wonderful manifestations. But she well. repays the mountain wanderer who becomes a devotee at her shrine. Invigor ating not only his body but his mind, for she casts over him an Inspiration under which he remains long after he has de scended from, this uncer world to the pur suits of his every day life an Inspiration which tends to make a man the better for his experience. An Old-Fashioned Garden. Strange, is It not? She was making her gar den. Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons Spreading the eeds In the ola-lasnloned way. Just In the old-fashioned way, too, our quarrel Grew until, angrily, she set ine freer- Planting. Indeed, bleeding hearts for the two of us Ordaining- bachelor's buttons for me. ENVOI. Strange was it not? But eeds planted In anger Sour la the earth ana, ere long, a decay Wither the bleeding hearts, blighted the buttons. And we were wed In the old-fashioned way. Ellis Parker Butler, in Leslie's Monthly for Jaaa. oi that delectable period, then not so dim with time but that the figures of it were more than tragic shadows, and for a week , there was no meal in that house to which she sat down earlier than half an hour late. She had a rightful property interest in the Revolution, her own great-uncle having been one of those who "suffered"; not, however, under the guillotine; for to Georges Malinac appertained the rare dis tinction of death by accident on tho day when the business-like young Bonaparte played upon the mob with his cannon. There were some yellow letters of this great-uncla In a box which had belonged to her grandmother, a .rich discovery for Miss Betty, who read, and re-read them with eager and excited eyes, living more in Paris with Georges and his friends than In Rouen with her father. Indeed, she had little else to do. Mr. Carewe was no comrade for her, by far the reverse. She seldom saw him, except at the table, when he sat with averted eyes, and talked to her very little; and while making elab orate preparation for her Introduction to his friends (such was his phrase) ho treated her with a perfunctory civility which made her wonder if her advent was altogether welcome to him; but when sho noticed that his hair looked darker than usual about every fourth day. she began to understand why he appeared ungrateful to her for growing up. He went out a great deal, though no visitors came to the house; for it was known that Mr. Ca rewe desired to present his daughter to no one until he presented her to all. Fan chon Bareaud, Indeed, made one hurried and embarrassed call, evading Miss Betty's reference to the chevalier of the kitten with a dexterity too nimble to be thought unintentional. Miss Carewe was forbidden to return her friend's visit until after her debut: and Mr. Carewe ex plained that there was always some worthless young men hanging about tho Bareaud's, where (he did not add) they Interfered with a worthy old one, who de sired to honor Fanchon's older sister, Vir ginia, with his attentions. This was no great hardship for Miss Betty, as since plunging Into the Revolu tion with her 'great-uncle, she had lost some curiosity concerning the men of to day, doubting that they would show forth as heroic, as debonnair, gay and tragic as he. He was the legendary hero of her childhood; she remembered her mother's stories of him perhaps more clearly than she remembered her mother; and one of the older sisters had known him in Paris and had talked to him at length, giving the flavor of his dandyism and his beauty at first hand to his young relative. Ho had been one of those hardy young men wearing" unbelievable garments, who be gan to appear In the garden of the Tulle rles with knives in their sleeves and cudgels In their hands, about April, 1794, and whose dash and recklessness In many matters were the first Intimations that the Citizen Talllen was about to cause the Citizen Robespierre, to shoot himself through the Jaw. In the library hung a small, full-length drawing of Georges, done' In color by Mls3 Betty's grandmother; and this she carried to her own room and studied long and ar dently, until sometimes the man himself seemed to stand before her. In spite of the fact that Mile. Meilhac, had not a dis tinguished talent and M. Mellhac's fea tures might have been anybody's. It was to be seen, however, that he was smiling. Miss Betty had an Impression that her grandmother's art of portraiture would have been more successful with the profile than the "full-face." Nevertheless, noth ing could be more clearly Indicated than that the hair of M-. Meilhac was very yel low, and his short, huge-lapeled waist coat white, striped with scarlet. An enor mous cravat covered his chin: the havy collar of his yellow coat rose behind his ears, while Its tall fell to his ankles, and the tight trousers of white and yellow stripes were tied with white ribbons about the middle of the calf: he wore wnito stockings and gold-buckled yellow shoes. and on the back of his heaa a jauntily cocked black hat Miss Betty innocently wondered why his letters did not speak of Petlon. of Vergniaud, or of Dumorlez, since in the historical novels which she read, the hero's lot was inevitably linked with that of every one oi importance m his generation: yet Georges appeared to have been unacquainted with these per sonages, Robesplere being the only namo of consequence mentioned In his letters; and then It appeared in much the same fashion practiced by her father in allud ing to the Governor of the State, who had the misfortune to be unpopular with Carewe. But this did not dim her great uncle's luster in Miss Betty's eyes, nor lessen for her the pathetic romance of tha smile he wore. Beholding this smile, one remembered the end to which his light footsteps had led him;. and It was unavoidable to picture him left lying In the empty street behind the heels of the flying crowd, carefully forming that same smile on his Hps and taking much pride In passing with some small cynical speech, murmured to him self, concerning the Inutility of a gentle man's getting shot by his friends for merely being present to applaud them. So fancying him thus, with his yellow hair, his scarlet-striped waistcoat and hl3 tragedy, the young girl felt a share of family greatness, or, at least, of plctur esqueness, descend to her. And she smiled sadly back upon the smile In the picture and dreamed about Its original night af ter night. Whether or not another figure, that of a dark young man In a white hat, with a white kitten etching his wrist in red. found any place In her dreams at this period. It Is Impossible to determine. She did not see him again. It Is quite an other thing, hazardous to venture, to state that he did not see her. At all events, it is certain that many people who had never beheld her were talking of her; that Rouen was full of contention con cerning her and her gift of music, for a song can be heard through an open win dow. And how did it happen that Cralley Gray knew that it was Miss Carewe's habit to stroll in her garden for half an hour or so each evening before retiring and that she went to mass every morning soon after sunrise? Cralley Gray never rose at. or near, sunrise In his life, though he sometimes beheld It, from another point of view, as the end of the evening. It appears that some one must have told him. One night when the moon lay white on the trees and housetope.Mlss Betty paused In her evening's promenade and seated herself upon a bench on the borders of the garden, "touched," a3 the books of the time would have put It, "by the sweet tranquillity of the scene," and wrought upon by the tender incentive to sighs and melancholy which youth in loneliness finds In a loveliness of the earth. The breeze bore the smells of the old-fashioned gar den, of violets and cherry blossoms, and a sound o distant violins came on the air playing the new song from the new opera: "But I also dreamt, which pleased me most. That you loved me just the same" they sang; and. with the lilt of them and the keen beauty of the night, the Inherited pain of the ages rose from the depths of the young girl's heart, so that she thought It must break; for what rea son she could not have told, since she was without care or sorrow that she knew, ex cept the French Revolution, yet tears shone upon the long lashes. She shook them off and looked up with a sudden odd consciousness. The next second she sprang to her feet with, a gasp and a choked out cry, her hands pressed to her breast. CTo-Be Costlnued.) C