The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1876-09-14
whole trail. and all the pOints that had

whole trail, and all the points that had
heart of stone to see the pretty young
thing lying here in foreign country, de-
serted by her husband and disowned by
her family, and yet so loving through it
all, and so brave and forgiving to the man
she had promised to honor. She wrote a
good deal, and they say better educated
woman, nor one who knows more about
science, is not to be found in any country.
Every one in the valley was sorry when
she left, and they all say, God bless
the young English woman" and she
took my hand and my wife's and
says she, have found such rest from the
world, and noise and trouble of the world,
in here among these mountains. They
have Gained me. l can think again. Oh!
what friends these still old granite walls
have been! The Yosemite Valley of
America has been the only place in the
lowed to breathe free,' and says she, I
will always love it next to my child's
home. often think of that hymn, "Flee
like bird to the mountain,"' says she,
and it always seems applicable to me. I
did flee like bird from the destroyer to
these hills, and have found peace here.
I will do the best can all through life
and leave my future to One higher than
man."
"Ohv' said Mr.. Snow, bringing the
front legs of the chair to the floor with a
force that shook the house, "when l do
see such educated, lovely, beautiful wom-
en- as Mrs: Yelverton getting their hearts
broken by fellows who are not their
equal in anything, l feel that there is
something wrong in the universe, and that
God or man, nature or society, has got a
curse fastened to it that ought to sound a
| shrek from every human who has a heart
to feel or a head to Think
go up and shake him by the hand, and
say: "You are noble fellow, Mr.. Snow,
and honor you, and am sorry l called
you cross old bear, and l am sorry I
stole your book for my ferns, and l am
sorry for everything, and l admire you
more than anybody for taking the part of
the weak against the strong.'
And after we have made up and every
thing is all right again he goes on to his
work and l lie down on an old spring
lounge, whose springs are broken or stick
through the hair like clo,hespins, and
while the girls are talking all around me
my mind goes back to the newspaper re-
ports | read several years ago of the beau
tiful Mrs. Yelverton, who was travelling
through America, and whose name
was prominently before the legal
world because of the manly fights
she had made in the courts of
her native land. Her mind was called
extraordinary, her legal knowledge Won
derful, her energy untiring, her accom-
plishments varied, her beauty angelic. All
America was dazzled by her wit and at
tainments, and her diamonds and family
history were discussed with equal free
dom by the personal journalists-those
hyenas of the world of letters. Yet this
brilliant, fighting, independent woman,
who flashes like a meteor across our ze-
NTH, was shown me here in her refuge,
the Yosemite, to be heartbrOken crca-
ture, which feelings Just like the rest of
us, with tears hidden by smiles, with the
heartaches counted only by herself
How little we know of the inner by the
outer life. How often will this story, told
by Mr.. Snow up there in Spray cottage
yesterday, return to my mind, and with
what kind and loving feelings will l al
ways read the name of Yelverton, wom
an who wept and prayed and suffered,
and who still suffers, while her husband
"a peer, mind you, a nobleman of the
proud old British isle, sits in ancestral
halls, and wraps about him the convenient
old great coat of British family pride and
family honor and pushes into the world
the woman whose wealth he has sqlan-
dered; and takes to his heart another
whose immense wealth he has his eye
unOn