St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1877-02-23
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Concluded from last 0eek.)
"Two, 1 believe. One born just as
they were torn apart he does not know
if it is living"
''M. Rosas, | know Icons wife. She
is my cook. His children are at our
home"
E'Good God !"
"Hush don't let me be overheard
but am persuaded this is sO.'
''Why not tell him ?"
"There is the least chance of a mis-
take. He shall prove property as
people say when things are found. l
would not for the world raise false
hopes in the poor fellow"
We were just leaving the Springs,
and a short journey of two days travel
brought us to Clarksville, the threshold
of the picturesque "up-country of
Georgia" Toccoa, Tallulah, Nancoo-
chic, and other places of noted interest,
were only short drives from the town
where we established ourselves. One
fresh morning, soon after our arrival,
we drove over to NancoOchie, the beau
tiful valley through which run the head
waters of the Chattanooga, there clear
| little stream whose waters we could
! ford at any point. This morning our
object was the ascent of Yarrah, the
tallest mountain in Georgia and one of
the last spurs of the Blue Ridge. The
carriages were left below, and for some
distance the ascent was made on horse
back by the ladies, by the gentlemen
on foot. Then as the difficulties of the
ascent increased the horses were tied
and all proceeded to walk.
The top was gained, and we over
looked a country that was the veritable
promised land for luxurient beauty.
Some of the party made excursions for
the best resting place. One of them
found his own name on the rough trunk
of neighboring tree, where it had been
cut with those of all his college class
4 twenty years before, the letters so huge
and rugged that they were almost un-
readable. In its shaCe we disposed
ourselves, and combining bodily with
spiritual refreshment we satisfied our
intense thirst with the fresh and de-
licious peaches which had been brought
for that purpose.
Time went by too speedily. We did
not know that we we're losing all the
morning hours till noon announced
itself by the shortened shadows. We
at once began the descent, but it was
made intolerable by the heat. AS a
turn in the path brought us, when about
half way down, to huge rock forming
the precipitOus side of much of the peak
, in whose deep, cool shadow stretched
out another rocky platform as solid as
that towering above us, we hailed ii
with such acclamation as our parched
lips could utter. We remembered how
in other days the weary had given
thanks ''for the shadow of a great rock,
and we sat down to await the GOODNESS
of evening. The sides of the rock
above us dripped with moisture, and
we leaned our heated faces against il
and pulled the damp MOSES from theil
beds.
There was great fissure in the rock
upon which we sat, not more than 6
foot wide at the top, but thirty or more
feet in depth. The sides of this fissure
were covered plentifully with mosses
and far below us, out of all possible
reach, we heard the ripping and purl,
] ing of stream of water. We leaned
over the fissure, and realized the fable
of Tantalus as we inhaled the fresl
GOODNESS which the water sent up.
raised my face, burning and fevered
4 and found Leon standing beside me
!. with a peach pealed and presented or
the point of fruit knife in the Other
hand he held little basket of sand
I wiches. l was most grateful for both
g and the more so that l knew he ha(
f made his way down the mountain while
we reclined there so indolently, to th,
. carriages, and brought up supply o
. refreshments left behind us on the sup
e position that our midday lunch woult
s be taken in the valley.
"Why, Leon" exclaimed on tryin,
the sandwiches, "'these are made jus
as we have them at home! Did yol
It make them yourself?"
V eyes, Madame. l delayed at tn
: hotel this morning for their prepara
ton, knowing how much more accepta
s BILE they would be than the cakes an,
i insipidities the landlady was orderin
!, for the party"
''Salad sandwiches, by all means
They are delightful. 1 never saw ther
II made except by my cook, Therese."
1t felt rather than saw that the ma
S. started.
10 ''If Madame pleases," he began, afte
moments pause. Hooked up. Ever
vestige of color had forsaken his face
l. and his voice was hollow as if articula
1T tion was painful. ''Did hear rightly
,o Your cook Therese, Madame ~
. "That's her name, Leon. She is
beautiful woman. Her face not darkt
d. ihan that of Madame Rosas, her soul /;