Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-06-23

AAN-aA AlIuA Aapluo, NAtIc las Dttl
no further fall Of rain. Indeed, the
clouds are now fast clearing away,
while already the bright rays Of the
sun are struggling forth.
20, what beautiful little rainbow" 4"
cries Swain. as from the rock on which
they are now standing he catches sight
Of the exquisite arch, whose prismatic
hues sparkle brilliantly between him
and the dashing foam of the cascade.
"Yes, but yonder IS a much more
beautiful one,n says Mr.. Monk, point.
ing down the gorge TO where a magnifi-
cent bow. intensely vivid In its color
ing, spans the rugged walls OF the can
yon.
THAT is, indeed, beautyl" ex-
claims Aunt Tina, as she turns round
the better to admire il. al don't know
when i have seen one of such intense
coloring. If the old-fashiOned child
stories are to be believed, there must be
very gorgeous treasure indeed at the
foot of that rainbow"
"And why not believe them?" ques-
tions Mr.. Monk, who, In spite of his
rough garb, is well-informed, pleas
ant young gentleman. "For my part,
have never vet gotten rid OF the idea
that If one could really find the end of
the bow he would also find the treas
ure."
"Yes, certainly" says Aunt Tina,
with smile, "y he could find the end
Of the bow"
"Mr. Monk" questions a sharp,
srrI, ,AFAnhod 1f this nnnnanf
"where do you think the end of the
rainbow is?"
Mr.. Monk turns his head to follow
the direction pointed out by the nerv-
Gus brown finger.
s'Thatr' ne repeats, with mischiev-
GUS twinkle in his eye. "Why, down
Turner'S Point, to be sure.''
81 believe, Mr.. Monk says Aunt
Tina, again, that you told me many
beautiful stones of rare value have been
found In the rugged cliffs OF the can
yon.
"Yes,n returns Mr.. Monk ''several
fine rubies, sapphlres and emeralds have
been picked up, it is said, though none
| of late. have never been so fortunate
as TO find one myself" with smile,
"but the guide who was here before
me stumbled upon an exceedingly fine
emerald in the gorge below Turner:
| Point"
All the way back TO the hotel the
words "Down Turner's Point, to bt
surel" kept beating time, syllable by
syllable, through SWANS busy brain
"Of course 1t is" he reasons. 'Whert
else could it be? Why, hasn't he seer
il with his own eyes, resting right
against the rugged points of the big
gest bowlder?" He has marked The
place well. There is stunted pine a
| one side and a great clump of laure
/ bushes -rhododendrons, Aunt linz
calls them. On the other there Is
great rock that shines in the sunlight
like it is streaked with silver, while
here and there a cluster OF beautiful
ferns and moses and a tiny cascade
trlckling down its sides-Rlbbon Gas
cade. Mr.. Monk calls it. OF cours'
the treasure is therel And oh, how Ii
does want i'll Not so much for himsel
as for Aunt Tina-Aunt Tina, whom
he loves so dearly in spite OF th'
thought that sometimes she is a littl
too hard on him. But at others, hoV
she does pet and humor himl And U
they are so happy together! Happie
still, perhaps, because in all the worl'
they have only each other. And ther
is Aunt Tina's book: How hard sh'
has worked on it, day and night, an,
how much she does want it published
But the hard-hearted publishers, t
whom many pages of the snowy manu-
script have been submitted, have de
clared they can't touch it till part, a
least. of the money is forthcoming, t
nav for some sort of plates. Swal
wonders what kind Of plates they ca
be. and what in the world dishes hav
to do with printing. He has venture
to ask Aunt Tina once, but being al
sorbed in her work, she has only ar
swered briefly, stereotype plates, " an
so he is as much IN the dark as ever.
If he could only get that money TO
Aunt Tina; which she has never yt
been able to get herself, for Aunt lin
|, is only poor teacher with meagI
salary.
At 3 O'Clock this same afternoon
.. when every guest of the house IS emo!
! ing his or her sieSta, shut In the seci'
! sion of their rooms, a slight hgure cla
in flannel KnIckerbocker, with sali(
waist of the same, issues, stick in hant
from side entrance.
Ten minutes later the same fgul
makes its way along the railroad trac
= TO where a small foot-path turns oil
the left with a stunted pine near
a hand labelled: "To Turner's Point. "
: at doesn't look so very awful!'' e.
, claims Swain, as the path followed;
stands at length beside a clump
= dwarfed pines and looks down upC
, the river. much more peaceful here ths
: a hundred wards above, where its ful
seems to have been finally expended
the last of the great cascades. :.
;. But in spite of this peace and que
!; toe scene formed by the stupendo'
O masses of granite upheaved on eve
: SIDE with their bare and frownir
; Ielqes and the sheer precipitous 1alI
|, their rocky sides for nearly one thou
and feet. is enough to inspire even u
q boldest with fear.
4 A strange feeling OF awe and are
, steals for a moment into the chlio
T heart. and he partly turns as though
. would 90 back. The next, apparent
ashamed of even this FAINT snow
q cowardice, he grasps his stick urn
Z and begins to climb downward.
!. = There is no regular path, but
catches sight here and there OF tro
dem tuft of grass and the snreaa
!, twips of ash and laurel that snG
! nlainly where the foot and hand Oh y
y daring climber have left their prints.
Very cautiously Swain picks hls w, W
;, at first, then, as he finds it easier In' '
q he has thought. he grows bolder. III
o . aIIv. when about 300 feet down.
y S crawls to the edge and looks over:
IT "The very placel" he cries d,ss exclIeal
!, s..nd lust know it is down therer
- But the 'down there" Is fully !
- foot beneath him, and IS anotner pi
- ;ect,ng ledge, but much larger, a
~ - tbickly covered with ferns and moss moss
~ y over which a thread-like casca
" ba leans further over, III