Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1884-12-18


Cathedral Spires rose crystal clear into
the blue sky, and on Clouds Rest, the
white drifting nimbus Of the sky
caressed their sister snowdrlfts of the
peaks. The great pines Of the valley
were cones of amethyst; the very air
was set with dazzling jewel points, and
the pure solitudOs pulsed with impris-
oned sparks Of heavenly fire.
An artist sketching the picturesque
groups of mountaineers, heard of the
girl up yonder"-a gIrl whose daily
haunts we're where the clouds and ST.
lence wander, amaiden who was seated
beside the moon, while the stars twink
led ike firehies about her.
In time he found her. Never flower
before bloomed like this snowtlower be-
meath his .,aze.
Shows can not smother passion, or stars
stir the pulses like the light in nearer
eyes. To this ardent poetic soul, with
its disregard of fitness, of constancy,
or duty, or happiness beyond the pres
ent hour, the snowflower gave her life.
He had found beauty, he worshipped it.
The humble eye is satisfied forever with
the shabby print Of a Madonna on
the wall, but new pictures replace the
old on tho easel of the artist. His
search is always for beauty; having fix
ed one face upon the canvas his eye
roves for @ brighter cheek and SUMMER
HAIR. ..sEs... rs.
But, for the time, she was his engel.
Disregardingthe world, society friends
forgetting Ciucation, style, culture
all that he would at another time re-
member-he took her from the heights
where she had been the companion OF
nature, 10 show her to q groyeling, pu-
trid world. !
Alasi Snowfower of the Sierrasl
Alas. that fatal ~name-that pure and
fatal name-Aower Of the shows
Did Fate christen thee, child OF the
upper air? Hast neve seen the beau
tiful sunfower drained o Its rosy beau
~. by ice-dripping tears? Dost thou
not know that the plant Of the clouds
has Fever been transplanted to lower
fields?
The father talked wildly to the way
farers who came now and then TO MI
his latch string for a nights shelter by
The cabin fire. He repeated, IN wretch
ness. that retributien had oyertaken
him. As cruelty as be had fled ron
the wife Of his youth. his girl had gone
from him. Not all his love or care
could prevent her from giving b blow
which fate had reserved for Inn. NUT
tarino. or silent aud g%lowering, the
waeks and months found him, until At
last he disappeared from his home and
was lost forever to human VleW.
This is the story the guide told me rs
VIA stood by the 6reless hearth Of thai
deserted home.
She died, poor girl-died q . broken
heart. Al.
roses bloom; for creeping things there
are the MOSES and the yloiets' Eacn
nlane in life has its v corresponding,
racompensing loneliness. Let HIM VINO
lives in rose-thickets be content nor
seek 10 pluck the blossoms OF . clAss
nor he who roams the SHOWS THINK 70
Leen in its freshness the rose that nature
left in warmer climes-
she died. 80 the story runs, on ChrlsI.
mas Eve. Many years ago at Christmas
t;we in the dazzling radiance Oh .
moonlight night, wanderers on ne
snow siores saw a phantom gliding on
nasrlv snowshoes over the giltterng
psaks. She was shroudcd IN white
md out 0 finer pale face her eyes CLEAN