Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1886-06-05

the quickest way would be TO try the
Hurricane"
"The very terror spot of the whole
river saws MIR. Monk the next morning
exhibiting the awe-inspiring spectacle,
known as the Hurricane falls, to Aunt
Tina and her attendant swain
They have been afraid to leave the
hotel at first because Of the threatening
appearance Of the sky, but as Aunt Iina's
time is limited she has finally decided to
venture After that, luck seems to favor
her, for, with the exception Of the few
drops while at the Indian Arrow rapids,
there has been no further fall of rain.
Indeed, the clouds are now fast clearing
way, while already the bright rays Of
the sun are struggling forth.
80 what a beautiful little rainbow"
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.
Eyes, but yonder Is a much more
beautiful one" says, Mr.. Monk, point
ing down the gorge to where a magnifi-
cent bow intensely vivid IN its coloring,
spans the rugged walls Of the canyon.
"That is, indeed, a beautyp eXclaims
Aunt Tina, as she turns round the better
to admire it. 81 don't know WHEN have
seen one Of such intense coloring. If
the old-fashiOned child stories are to be
believed, there must be a very gorgeous
treasure indeed at the foot of that bow"
"And why not believe them?' ques-
tons Nj. Monk, who in spite of his
rough garb, is a well informed, pleasant
young gentleman. For my part, L have
never yet gotten rid Of the idea that if
one could really find the end Of the bow
he would also find the treasure"
YES, certainly says Aunt Tina, with
a smile, ''if he could find the end Of the
bow"
.Mr. Monk" questions a sharp, high
pitched voice at this moment, ''VVhere do
you think that end of the rainbow is ?'
Mr.. Monk turns his head to follow the
direction pointed ont by the nervous
brown finger.
''That?'' he repeats with a mischevious
twinkle in his eye. "Why, down Turn
er's Point, to be sure"
II believe, Mr.. Monk says Aunt
Tina, again, .'that you told me many
beautiful stones of rare value had been
found in the rugged cliffs Of the can
yon"
YES" returns Mr.. Monk, several fine
rubies, sapphires and emeralds have been
picked, it is said, though none Of late.
have never boen so fortunate as to find
one myself" with a smile, "but the guide
who was here before me stumbled upon
an exceedingly fine emerald in the gorge
below Turner's Point"
All the way back to the hotel the
words "DoWn Turner'S Point, to be surer %
keep beating time, syllable by syllable,
through SWANS busy brain, ''of course
it is" he reasons. 'XVhere else could
it be? Why, hasn't he seen 1t with his
own eyes, resting right against the rug
ged points of the biggest boulder? '
He has marked the place well. There is
stunted pine at one side and a great
clump OF laural bushes, chOdedenrons
Adnt Tina calls them. On the other,
there is a great rock that shines in the
sunlight like it is streaked with silver,
with here and there a cluster Of beauti-
full ferns and moses and a tiny cascade
trickling down its sides, Ribbon cascade,
Mr. Monk calls it. OF course, the treas
ure it there And o, how he does want
it, Not so much for himself as for Aunt
Iina-Aunt Tina whom he loves so dear
" in spite of the thought that some
times she is a little the hard on him.
But at others, how she does pet and
humOr himl And o, they are so hap
Ply together! Happier still, perhaps,
because in all the world they have only
each other. And there is Aunt Tina's
book! How hard she has worked on it.
day and night, and how much she does
want it published But the hard-hearted
publishers, to whom many pages Of the
snowy manuscript have been submitted
have declared that they can't touch il
till part, at least, of the money Is
/ forthcoming, to pay for some sort OIL
/ plates. Swain wonders what kind Of
/ plates they can be, and what in the world
dishes have to do with prin ting. He has
ventured to ask Aunt Tina once, but, be
ing absorbed In her work, she has only
answered briefly, stereotype plates, II
and so he is as much in the dark as ever
If he could only get that money for
Aunt Tina; which she has never yet
been able to get herself, for Aunt Tina
is only a poor teacher with a meagre
salary.
At o'clock this same afternoon, whe1
every guest of the house is enjoying his
or her siesta, shut in the seclusion o.
their rooms, a slight figure clad in fan
mel hckerbOcker, with sailor waist o.
the same, issues stick IN hand from
side entrance.
Ten minutes later the same figure makes
its way along the railroad track to wher,
a small fOOt-path turns of to the left witt
stunted pine near at hand labelled "TC
Turner'S Point
SIT doesn't look so very awfulr' ex
claims Swain, as the path followed; he
stands at length beside a clump Of
dwarted pines, and looked down upo1
the river much more peaceful here thar
a hundred yards shove, where very
cautiously Swain picks his way at first
its fury seems to have been finally ex.
pended in the last Of the great cascades
But in spite Of this peace and quiet
the scene formed by the stupendOus
masses of granite upheaved on every
side, with their bare and frowning lodges
and the sheer precipitOus fall of their
rocky sides for nearly 1000 feet, is
| enough to inspire even the boldest with
fear.
A strange feeling of awe and dread
steals for a moment into the child's heart
and he partly turns as though he would
go back. The next, apparently ashamed
OF even this faint show of cowardice
he grasps his stick firmly and begins to
climb downward,
There isnO regular path, but he catches
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